I miss Calvin and Hobbes. Life seemed…simpler back when there was a regular Calvin and Hobbes. Sure, I could read it again, but it’ll never be the same, because at the back of your mind you’ll always know that Calvin has no future. He ends. He’s not a living character anymore, and all those old comic strips are just memories, even if you’ve never seen them before.
I got the same feeling reading The Salmon of Doubt. It was the most depressing humour book I ever read next to Mostly Harmless, though I think Mostly Harmless classifies as ’sadism’ rather than ‘humour’.
