"Baumgartner looks down, intending to study the grass at his feet, but as his eyes travel southward, their journey is interrupted by the sight of the little paunch bulging from his once flat belly and the zipper of his pants, which is not zipped up as he thought it was but open, wide open. Baumgartner is aghast. Not again! he cries out to himself. Keep this up, nit-wit, and it won't be long before you've forgotten your name."
p. 108 Baumgartner, Paul Auster
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