Today, my talented friends Jeffscape and Tom at Half-Moose with a Twist posted the latest cartoon in their collaboration series Touché-Cliché. Through Tom’s art and Jeff’s, scripting, they are humorously skewering some of the culture’s philosophical sacred cows.
Today’s strip reminded me of a comic strip I saw many (many) years ago. It was done by my favorite cartoonist Jules Feiffer. I cut it out, and for years, I carried it around and taped it on the various cubicle and office walls of my career. Though I can’t immediately lay my hands on it, I think I may still have it somewhere, looking something like the woman in the story I’m about to tell you.
Like Jeff’s and Tom’s cartoon, Feiffer’s made me smile even as I was nodding and thinking, “Oh, yeah, spot on.”
Even though I can’t show you the Feiffer cartoon, I’m going to share it with you in story form. You are all very creative people. Picture the panels of the drawing as you follow along.
Update: Thanks to Jeff, I searched the Web again for the cartoon. Though I’ve failed many times to find it, this time I did. You can see it (and a follow-up, which I didn’t know about) here.
One day, a woman approaches a wizard. The wizard is dressed in his best wizard garb. He’s all draping robes, long flowing white beard, and holding a gnarly staff.
“Oh, prithee, Most Wise One,” she queries. “Whither?”
The wizard points off to the distance with a long, bony finger, and says (wisely, of course), “Thither.”
The woman thanks him, and heads off in the direction he indicated.
From off-screen you see…
And once again, the wizard extends his bony finger and says, “Thither.”
The woman looks at him for a moment, then says “O-okay,” and heads off.
Out goes the bony finger, and the wizard again says “Thither!”
“Why ‘Thither’?!” she cries imploringly.
And the wise one answers, “In this life, there is but one Thither, and it’s a mile past Splat.“