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The Devolution Of American Culture Takes Another Great Step Forward

See You In The Funny Papers," He Said. Jaunty, He Reminded Himself; Always Jaunty. In My Panache Is Their Hope For Salvation.

That's A Big Trunk," James Said, As We Jammed In The Leathery Old Case That Looked So Much Like The Black Heart Of Some Leviathan. "it Fits A Tuba, Three Suitcases, A Dead Dog, And A Garment Bag Almost Perfectly." "that's Just What They Used To Say In The Ads," I Said.

In Later Years, Holding Forth To An Interviewer Or To An Audience Of Aging Fans At A Comic Book Convention, Sam Clay Liked To Declare, Apropos Of His And Joe Kavalier's Greatest Creation, That Back When He Was A Boy, Sealed And Hog-tied Inside The Airtight Vessel Known As Brooklyn, New York, He Had Been Haunted By Dreams Of Harry Houdini.

Forget About What You Are Escaping From. Reserve Your Anxiety For What You Are Escaping To.