kerouac says

the priest who said mass last night was just fruity. also, the only priest i've ever met who used product in his hair. Father Roll-up had a very wide-gauge thumb, so everbody's crosses of ash were really big. forehead-sized. and we sat near the back of the church, so as i was walking back from the annointing, there was a sea of kind of pensive-looking people with giant marks on their faces. they seemed like refugees. it's trite, but i got scared. there's a lot of frightening going on, and what drives it home is a giant house full of folks with ash crosses on their faces. maybe it's the generous, peasant-thumbed ash crosses in a world where most faces we see are airbrushed and look like egg shells. it takes a big deal anymore to get someone to put ugly stuff on her face.

as i left, the fruity father shook my hand vigoriously and said, "Have a great Lent!"

yep. roger that.