George: (narrating) A row of old pews, beautifully carved and glowing with polish. I thought of all the people who must have sat here over the decades...all those Parisian derrieres...the firm buttocks of the young ladies...the flabby flesh of the old men. That wasn't a pleasing image, so I went back to the young ladies.
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