the supine morning: Wayne, no waste, complete utilization
Then I heard John Wayne’s stride in the hall outside, light and even and easy on floors, the stride of a guy with stellar calf-development.
Context
The perfect athletic machine identified by sound alone — Hal knows Wayne from "the stride of a guy with stellar calf-development," the body so optimized it's legible in a footfall. And at rest, standing silently in the doorway, the instrument is still running at full efficiency: "No waste, complete utilization of each breath": Wayne idling is Wayne optimizing, the Show-bound body converting even respiration into economy. It's the automatic-beauty thread of scene 065 pushed to its limit — the more completely the body becomes the game's frictionless medium, the less of an inhabiting person is left doing the breathing.