THE WISDOM OF THE TICK

Everybody was a baby once, Arthur. Oh, sure, maybe not today, or even
yesterday. But once! Babies, chum: tiny, dimpled, fleshy mirrors of
our us-ness, that we parents hurl into the future, like leathery
footballs of hope! And you've got to get a good spiral on that baby,
or evil will make an interception!
--The Tick
posted by Eve at 4:44 PM VOTE

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