Some further considerations on our discussion from yesterday, with regard to Jack's development as a prose stylist during his career at the world's oldest &c. humor rag. It was our pleasure to know Jack well in those days, and indeed had we followed through on our frequent boasts to make a collection of his sayings from that era, we would have one more volume for our little niece to sit on when her chair was too low for her to fork plum pudding into her mouth from the table.
But more importantly, it was in the pages of that crapsheet that one could first spy certain traits of Jack's prose style: namely longness and the use of funny words. Also, vulgarity piled upon vulgarity to humorous effect. Also, a crazed verbose rage at certain types of jackass, and a love of titties.
On a more important issue, we think Jack deserves better than his current predicament! From reading his latest writings, the situation seems like that of a skilled performing bear put to work, NOT PERFORMING BUT MANUFACTURING SOUP CANS! Economic inefficiency of the first order.
One of the rules of criticism is not to get too involved with one's subject, for fear he might spill paint on you or something. But we here have had enough, and are today beginning a subscription to GET JACK OUT! Our first event will be a fun run to be held June 28 in Alaska.
