A few days ago I posted one of the recent Frazz strips concerning Caulfield’s summer-long refusal to clean his room. Turns out that his mother had good things in mind for when Caulfield completed the task . . .
Caulfield really is a great picture of most (if not all) of us . . . unable to determine what is best for us, the tension between the now and the not-yet. It’s good that he still sees himself, understands that there exists, a “planting phase.” I’m glad we can still get a sense of the virtuous, the well-habituated life, in the comics.
(image from gocomics.com)
