Irony Can Elude The Genius

I'll Confess Right Here That I Secretly Wish I'd Have Drawn A Strip About A Little Boy With A Fake Tiger, Going For Adventures Throughout The Universe In Spaceships Of His Imagination.

I Drew The Last Image Ever Of Opus At Midnight While Puccini Was Playing And I Got Rather Stupid. Thirty Years. A Bit Like Saying Goodbye To A Child - Which Is Ironic Because I Was Never, Never Sentimental About Him As Many Of His Fans Were.

If Nothing Is Serious Anymore, Then There's Nothing To Satirize.

The Universe Throws Us Some Obvious Little Pitches Sometimes, And We Need To Be Awake Enough Not To Let Them Slip By.

Liberal, Shmiberal. That Should Be A New Word. Shmiberal: One Who Is Assumed Liberal, Just Because He's A Professional Whiner In The Newspaper. If You'll Read The Subtext For Many Of Those Old Strips, You'll Find The Heart Of An Old-fashioned Libertarian. And I'd Be A Libertarian, If They Weren't All A Bunch Of Tax-dodging Professional Whiners.