“The man was fat. His belly arrived like an advance guard, heralding the bulk to come, huge shoulders, a surplus chin. His white cassock had settled over his body like a tarpaulin dropped on a blimp.”

— James K. Morrow, book Only Begotten Daughter

Source: Only Begotten Daughter (1990), Chapter 12 (p. 214)

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