The Dude abides.

She kept her bitterness about her mistreatment for the rest of her life.

He was thinking, ʽGot to get a subject where a man can weight the impasto in light. Paint thin against light. Got to remember that.ʼ

No one walks that way, and yet those feet are such a perfect comic approximation of the idea of walking that they've entered our subconscious as a kind of semiplausible reality.