R: Supergirl v. 5 #9 (October 2006), art by Ian Churchill
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'But I always thought of you as rolling in money, Biscuit. You've got that enormous place in Sussex?'Wodehouse doesn't "do" politics often, and when he does it's with a whimsical satirical edgeRoderick Spode in the Jeeves books, who forms his own fascist group called the "Black Shorts" (because all the different colored shirts had been taken by other political causes). You might also remember Bingo's Bolshevist luncheon in The Inimitable Jeeves to woo Charlotte Corday Rowbotham. But it's seldom Wodehouse actually comes out with a political, social, and economic statement so bold and bald as the one before, and it caused me to sit up and scratch my head and take a little notice. The language is pure Wodehouse, of course. But the sentiment is, as far as I can recall, rare for him to express so clearly. If I find other examples in further books, I'll discuss as I read 'em, especially his infamous War Talks for German radio.
'That's just what's wrong with it. Too enormous,. Eats up all the family revenues, old boy. Oh, I know how you can to be misled. The error is a common one. You see a photograph in Country Life of an Earl standing in a negligent attitude outside the north-east piazza of his seat in Loamshire, and you say to yourself, "Lucky devil!" I'll make that bird's acquaintance and touch him." Little knowing that even as the camera clicked the poor old deadbeat was wondering where on earth the money was coming from to give the piazza the lick of paint it so badly needed. What with the Land Tax and the Income Tax and the Super Tax and all the rest of the little Taxes, there's no so much in the family sock these days, old boy. It all comes down to this," said the Biscuit, summing up, 'If England wants a happy, well-fed aristocracy, she mustn't have wars. She can't have it both ways.'
3Finally, there's a lovely running gag concerning Berry's boss T. Paterson Frisby, who frequently gets out his anger and aggressions at others by scribbling mal mots on his detachable shirt cuffs. I think it's a sad, sad world we live in these dayswe may have iPods and McNuggets and FedEx, but long gone are the days men used to take notes on their cardboard cuffs as in Dickens, or in this scene:
'I knew you would bungle it,' said Lady Vera.
For some moments after the tumult and shouting had died, Mr Frisby sat brooding and inactive. Then he reach out a hand to where a pair of detachable cuffs stood stacked beside the inkpot. A sloppy dresser, who aimed at comfort rather than elegance, he was in the habit of removing these before settling down to the day's work. And, as always happened with him in times of mental stress, their glistening surface invited literary composition. What his tablets are to the poet, his cuffs were to T. Paterson Frisby.Yes, folks...T. Paterson Frisby has just invented Twitter.
He picked up one of the horrible objects, and in a scrawling hand wrote the following penseé:
Josephine is a pest
The contemplation of this seemed to soothe him somewhat. And he was not altogether satisfied. He licked his pencil, and between the words 'a' and 'pest' inserted the addendum:
It made the thing ever so much better. Stronger. More striking. A writer's prose may come from the heart, but it is seldom that he does not need to polish, to touch up, to heighten the colour.
As a being who is both an abstract entity and a physical creature, Galactus' true form and nature are beyond the capability of mortal beings to comprehend. Sentient beings perceive Galactus's physical form as they most imagine him to be. He may appear to be an amorphous or non-corporeal being to some observers, while others may be able to perceive him as an armored giant towering above them.Or, as that famous John Byrne page puts it:
Each mind that views him struggles at best it can to perceive that unguessable force as an image it can comprehend.