Fat.
Thought upon attempting to exercise: “Matthew Lickona: less a man – a thing of muscle and bone, tendon and sinew, nerve and organ, spirit and flesh – than a cleverly crafted bag of suet.”
What are you trying to tell me, Walker Percy?
What’s that? You want me to finish The Last Gentlemen now that your dear wife has passed? Sorry pal, there’s just no market for it. (I suspect it was a telemarketer. But seeing as how I didn’t pick up, I’ll never know for sure.)
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