Climactic Airspeed Prone Ellipse
When John
Glashan died it was to Jules Feiffer that the family turned for comfort and
advice.
“You were
so kind to John in the seventies,” Fanta Claus whimpered over the transatlantic
cable. “The foreword you wrote to his
first collection of drawings was responsible more than anything else for the
great success the book had in North America .”
“Oh, I
don’t know about that,” Feiffer demurred.
He shifted his pipe to the other side of his mouth and added a curlicue
to the image of a little girl he was working on. “I really feel, and felt at the time as well,
that John’s work speaks for itself. My
words—“ He was interrupted by a noise
from the next room.
Excusing
himself, the great old cartoonist and co-creator, along with Keith Hefner, of
the vertical harmonica, put the phone down and rose from his drawing
table. Cautiously he peeped into the
adjacent soccer stadium, where bats in pseudo-Biblical attire flung their mushroom-hipped
Latina carousel
attendants into John Lydon’s waiting bin.
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