ˈɑːɹtʃɚ wˈɪnsʔn̩ ɪnðə nˈuː jˈɔːɹk pˈoʊst ɹˈoʊt: "ɪɾ ɪz ɐ pˈɪktʃɚ ðæt lˈiːvz ɐ dˈɛnt ˌɔn jʊɹ kˈɑːnʃəsnəs bɪkˈʌz ɪt ɡoʊz ˌaʊɾəv ɪts wˈeɪ tə dˈuː soʊ, bˌʌt wɛn juː tɹˈaɪ tə ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ wʌt ɪt wʌz ɐbˈaʊt, tˈɛn mˈɪnɪts ˈæftɚwɚdz ɪt hɐz vˈænɪʃt, lˈaɪk sˈʌmθɪŋ vˈɛɹi wˈɛt pˈoːɹd ˌɔn sˈænd.
Archer Winsten in the New York Post wrote: "It is a picture that leaves a dent on your consciousness because it goes out of its way to do so, but when you try to remember what it was about, ten minutes afterwards it has vanished, like something very wet poured on sand.