03 November 2011

Left unsaid

When you meet someone with the name (for instance) Frankenstein, you do not actually say anything; you exult in the possibilities, the awareness that you could say something (hopefully clever, even more hopefully without offense). Actual speech is unnecessary — you turn on the lathe of your mind the various things you might say, savoring their several characters, filing off any indelicacies. It is to live briefly in a snapshot. It is a single-panel cartoon, which at first you thought needed a caption, and you learn that it is actual richer without.

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