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The matchmaker [Al Weill] is of the build referred to in ready-made clothing stores as a portly, which means not quite a stout. There is an implication of at least one kind of recklessness about a fat man; he lets himself go when he eats. A portly man, on the other hand, is a man who would like to be fat but restrains himself - a calculator.
- A.J. Liebling, The Sweet Science, p.27 in The Sweet Science & Other Writings
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