"Slow down," Barry said. "What is this all your saying?"
  "See, Barry, you're living through not even half of the story. There's another half, the underbelly that you won't know nothing about. Believe me, it's like nothing you could ever imagine, hence you can't get to it, can't envision it.
  "Hence? You're getting some of it back.
  I don't want any of it back. But I'm going to get him. I just need the right image.
  In the painting, a series of catacombs, urban squaller meets beehive.
  "This is it." General Lee leaned back and disappeared.
  Dazed by drink and discombobulation, Barry headed back to the bar.