he glanced at the ground , and experienced that peculiar sensation known only to the recently dead -horror at what you see lying in front of you , followed by the nagging question : so who 's doing the looking ? brilliant and charming and well before her time . she reached for the crescent moon shopping bag . `` nick will probably make a pass at you , '' he warned . art is a lie that makes us realize truth , at least the truth that is given us to understand . ' we just called him that , his last name . 