There were no aches in his feet or shoulders, and his stroke was unruffled, piston-like, and dead accurate. There was no way he could miss. The whole fatty accumulation of his middle-class life had fallen away from him and his movements at the table were both fully awake and dreamlike.
The Color of Money
Walter Tevis
1984
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Color of Money
Martin Scorsese
1986
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