wearing gloves because
I don’t want to leave any
fingerprints around
This image was first published in the New Yorker Magazine, 88 years ago today on September 25, 1937.
As I read over my last couple of months of Haiku and posts, I wonder and I worry; have I left too many fingerprints around?
You can peruse almost all of James Thurber’s published drawing online at my Thurber Page, For Muggs and Rex.
Been reading Brendan Gill’s, Here at the New Yorker and its unflattering take on James Thurber.
All I can say is echo EB White’s Obit which began with the line, I am one of the lucky ones; I knew him before blindness hit him, before fame hit him …
As for these posts and thoughts, I am typing with gloves on.
I don’t want to leave any fingerprints.
On the other hand …
In the movie Casablanca, when the Germans enter Paris, Ilsa says, “Richard, if they find out your record. It won’t be safe for you here.”
Richard Blaine responds, “I’m on their blacklist already, their roll of honor.“
Not a bad list to make I guess.
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