"You ever notice those posing potbellies, not thin, with breakfast in their stomach, and dorky, smirk like the face of a friend or a mostly-friend, smiling or -- well, the opposite is worse - frowning from frequent pinch, having been seized in the past, that person's lips touch you with their puffs and sags, lips too thin, after you saw the real them that last time, maybe not in some years, not to mention their face now fat, the face of meanness or dissonance, atonal chord - that this friend you face is --get this -- and face the self-knowledge - faster than you and by some little vocabulary of the past your selfishness haven't kept them too close and to- to--"