walruses

I was the walrus, but now I am John...and so my friends, you'll just have to carry on. The dream is over.

He looked out over the shirtless, muscled, tanned men and realised that right here, on this disco floor, there was such a concentration of fashion, slimming, money, bleaching, plastic surgery, psychotherapy _ and all for naught. In a few years they__ all be old walruses, and in a few more, dead.