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Gotta be Chesterton. I think it helps him out that he was 6 foot 4; so he was very tall in addition to being very fat. He was a formidable dude when it comes to physique and I think this enhances his power.

>>24840907
“L’homme n’est rien, l’oeuvre est tout.” Forget fat *authors*; what are the best fat *characters*? Here are three to get things started.


HUMPTY DUMPTY (LEWIS CARROLL)

“What a beautiful belt you’ve got on!” Alice suddenly remarked.

(They had had quite enough of the subject of age, she thought: and if they really were to take turns in choosing subjects, it was her turn now.) “At least,” she corrected herself on second thoughts, “a beautiful cravat, I should have said — no, a belt, I mean — I beg your pardon!” she added in dismay, for Humpty Dumpty looked thoroughly offended, and she began to wish she hadn’t chosen that subject. “If I only knew,” she thought to herself, “which was neck and which was waist!”


NERO WOLFE (REX STOUT)

“Mr. Nero Wolfe? My name is Sarah Barstow.”

Be seated,” Wolfe said. “You must pardon me; for engineering reasons I arise only for emergencies.”


CASPER GUTMAN (DASHIELL HAMMETT)

Spade went in. A fat man came to meet him.

The fat man was flabbily fat with bulbous pink cheeks and lips and chins and neck, with a great soft egg of a belly that was all his torso, and pendant cones for arms and legs. As he advanced to meet Spade all his bulbs rose and shook and fell separately with each step, in the manner of clustered soap-bubbles not yet released from the pipe through which they had been blown. His eyes, made small by fat puffs around them, were dark and sleek. Dark ringlets thinly covered his broad scalp. He wore a black cutaway coat, black vest, black satin Ascot tie holding a pinkish pearl, striped grey worsted trousers, and patent-leather shoes.

His voice was a throaty purr. “Ah, Mr. Spade,” he said with enthusiasm and held out a hand like a fat pink star.