The Great Ugly Behemoth, in ready-wear clothes without a hint of style, consumes and plods, enormous and vulgar, through airport terminals. The stereotype is confirmed. No wonder we hate ourselves and each other. Nothing of value, nothing of interest. Progeny, as fat as little pigs, tagging alongside vast swells of baggage. Inane conversations over and over. No one is classy. No one is pretty. No one intrigues.
