There was probably one guy in America whose dearest, most precious fantasy consisted exactly of this. Exactly! Right down to the thigh tattoo and the position of the feet! Incredible! It's like they're reading my mind! First the meat-cutting ad while I was eating a hamburger, and now this! It was all he could do to keep from looking at it on the subway home, but that would somehow . . . spend the power of the image. No, go home and savor it, brother. Savor it.
He barely made it up the stairs, his knees were trembling so.