Below is the latest The Pain -- When Will It
I will request your indulgence for me, Phelætia Czochula-Hautpänz,
to write the report of the artist for this week. It is difficult
to be clear what arrived at Mr. Kreider this week. The cruel
burning destruction of these pitiful bears, what portends it?
His genius is elliptic and not always immediate to seize, thus
it is dubious if this is a work of not very orthodox but overriding
brilliance or he became mentally defective. I am informed of
his engagement with his colleagues to draw the youthful topics
that call upon them more, and with his promise to our Master
of the Web Dave to depict the battles in outer-space; however,
I am also private with the intimate outlines of the life of Mr.
Kreider and can say without fearing an infringement of confidence
that it is hard for him of late. I know that the thoughts of
the war oppress him and lead him ever downwards. Perhaps like
the summer spent in the unhealthy imaginations of H.P. Lovecraft
he reprocesses now in infantile pleasures of the vampires and
the cuddly toy and the super-hero. Always the winter and the
loneliness of New York saps his will to live, and often in March
he considers the suicide or to move to Paris, which I ensure
him is colder and less accomodating always. Thus this worrying
destruction of the bears stuffed of cuddly toy by the vampires
can be a “call for the assistance.” But I estimate
that the unexplainable aspect of “Captain America” in
the last panel, the youthful symbol of the patriotism which Mr.
Kreider maintains alive in his work, is a sign of hope with which
the wounded psyche can lodge power to cure itself.