I Did Not Tell Fat This, But

Reality Denied Comes Back To Haunt.

A Man Is An Angel That Has Gone Deranged.

The Cries Of The Dead Are Terrible Indeed; You Should Try Not To Hear Them.

Life Is Short, He Thought. Art, Or Something Not Life, Is Long, Stretching Out Endless, Like [a] Concrete Worm. Flat, White, Unsmoothed By Any Passage Over Or Across It.

Basically, Sherri's Idea Had To Do With Bringing Fat's Mind Down From The Cosmic And The Abstract To The Particular. She Had Hatched Out The Practical Notion That Nothing Is More Real Than A Large World War Two Soviet Tank.