When Tom starts to wing some cinnamon toast, a fellow shrink grabs him, thus precipitating a psychic ''break.'' Tom rises up toward the ceiling in an out-of-body experience. He is soon joined by a waitress, a colleague, and that colleague's wannabe girlfriend; together the four soar beyond the normal bounds of social and physical intercourse.
Freed of bodies, they are also freed of responsibility. The result, at least in Tom's case, is a retreat to a childlike state, an abandoning of all adult pretenses. It sounds weird (it IS weird), but as the ultimate unreliable narrator, Tom is fabulously entertaining. His metaphorical ascension may be a literal regression, but it is also a superb literary achievement.
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