I grew up reading the comics every day in the newspaper.
I guess I'm dating myself. [And that's okay—whenever I date myself and get angry at myself, I just don't talk to myself for a while, and eventually I get the point and we make up.]
And this was in the golden age of comics. Calvin & Hobbes was (were?) there. FoxTrot was around. And then there was The Far Side.
This semester, I got the magisterial Complete Far Side from the library, and I've been dipping into it every so often. It's strong on the Trojan War, chickens, cows, and Hell but relatively weak on Shakespeare.
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