Television
I examined my son’s drawings one after another. They were magnificent (and I’m not just saying that because he’s my son). The majority were executed in colored felt-tip, except one more complicated drawing that incorporated a number of substances I couldn’t quite defined, jam maybe, or veal liver, and a little piece of crushed corn-flake still stuck to the bottom. My favorite drawing was called This is Batman Resting, which I assumed to be an allegorical representation of his father.
And then:
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