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Thus, Sped By Currents Of Curiosity Afloat The Swift River Of Rumor Do Secrets Sail To Strange Ports.

As For Me, I Am In Pursuit Of Excellence. I Have No Time To Get Old.

Before World War Ii, I Was Living A Very Cloistered Existence, As Most Cartoonists Do. The Work I Was Pouring Out Did Not Come From Any Real, Personal Life Experience; This Was All The Residue Of The Accumulation Of Rafael Sabatini, O. Henry, All The Short-story Writers That I'd Been Reading.

Comics Deal With Two Fundamental Communicating Devices: Words And Images. Admittedly This Is An Arbitrary Separation. But, Since In The Modern World Of Communication They Are Treated As Independent Disciplines, It Seems Valid. Actually, The Are Derivatives Of A Single Origin And In The Skillful Employment Of Words And Images Lies The Expressive Potential Of The Medium.

A Key To My Thinking Has Always Been The Almost Fanatical Belief That What I Was Engaged In Was A Literary Art Form. That Belief Was Compounded Out Of Ego And Necessity, I Guess, A Combination Of The Two.