Henry, poor dear, does not know the wonder that is Pogo. In grad school I was nicknamed "Pogo" by the girls who worked at the reserve desk because of my spontaneous outpouring of enthusiasm when one of them held up a Pogo book and said, "What's this?"
Rousseau's account of how the institution of society freezes inequality into place reminded me of this dialogue from a Pogo Sunday strip (the bear maintains a look of genuine sorrow throughout):
Bear: Long as us has both been thrun out of Pogo's house, us is in the same boat.Owl: Right.
Bear: Share and share alike!
Owl: Right.
Bear: Thru thick and thin!
Owl: Right.
Bear: Till your death do us part.
Owl: Why my death?
Bear: Because you'll starve first, alack aday.
Owl: But little folks don't need as much food as big folks.
Bear: You ain't gonna get as much.
I'm actually not quite sure which bit of Rousseau reminded me of this; the important thing is to be reminded of Pogo, not what does it. (Quote from memory and probably wrong somehow.)
Posted by Matt Weiner at October 13, 2004 10:29 AM"girls"? Is it safe to say "girls" again?
(I know I'm doddering because men have started to call me "young lady.")
Matt,
Check out the early series on the "Atomic Bowl" for "the underlying Philadelphia" of Karl Kraus (as well as a bit of Walt Kelly's none-too-cultured progressivism).
Posted by: Jeff Rubard at October 15, 2004 02:37 PM