Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for February 02, 2017
Transcript:
Can I have some clay? Help yourself. This stuff's impossible to work with. Thanks. I've got a pretty good bowl or something going here. It started out as a phantom jet, but it sort of squashed, so now I think it's a bowl. Mmm. That's very good. Yeah, I'm real pleased with it.
My best work of clay art in grade school was my “Paul”. I had a ball of clay and stuck my fingers in it and saw in my mind a person with a big open mouth – my brother, Paul, who tended to talk a lot. So I formed the ball of clay into a head with a big open mouth and called it “Paul”. I don’t remember what grade I got on it, but I know it was a decent grade. The teacher liked it. But when I sad it was my brother, she thought I was talking about a different brother – a quiet one. But when I said that it was Paul, she caught on. She couldn’t say so, but I knew she agreed that Paul talked too much. A trait he still has to this day – voicing opinions better left to himself and causing rifts in the family.