At eleven, she had that thing that was eventually perfected on the Parisian catwalks – a pout. I didn’t know it then, but pouts operate like this: they suggest a temporary dissatisfaction that entices you to satisfy it. You think: If only I could satisfy that pout, I would be happy. It’s only a recent blip in evolution, the pout. Paleolithic man never heard of it.

A Fraction of the Whole ~ Steve Toltz