I'm fat, but I'm thin inside... there's a thin man inside every fat man.

Imprisoned in every fat man a thin man is wildly signaling to be let out.

Outside every thin woman is a fat man trying to get in.

Inside me there is a fat man dying to get out.

She's beautiful,' he murmured.
'She's a metre across the hips, easily,' said Julia.
'That is her style of beauty,' said Winston.

We are full of bread and gas, getting fat on the outside while inside we grow thin