Besides, he was unusually fallible.

Garry must always keep that in mind.

Let the infallibles work.

If there was only something he liked well enough, he'd drink himself to death.
"I suppose you are aware," thundered Garry, thoroughly exasperated, "that even a painter must work to live?
The whole club's buzzing over your tantrums.

There's been some talk of chaining you to an easel with a brush in your hand for your own good." Kenny as usual consigned the club to Gehenna.