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— Wyndham Lewis"Gertrude Stein's prose-song is a cold, black suet-pudding.... Cut it at any point, it is the same thing ... all fat, without nerve."
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Fat slips through the intestinal wall and into the bloodstream where it distributes the nutrients throughout the body. Olestra can't get through the wall, and it continues down the intestines and out the body.
— Michael F. Jacobson
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The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
— Roberto Bolano
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