There was a post a long time ago, now gone from my blog post-pruning, about my history with Edward Gorey.  I was introduced to Edward Gorey in 1963 and collected him for years, then stopped.  And blah, blah, blah.

The subject of his The Gashlycrumb Tinies, or After the Outing came up briefly last week in Savannah, and when I got home that set me to thumbing through several of his little books, including that one.

Everybody loves Neville, myself included, but Prue may be my favorite.

There’s something wrong about saying that, isn’t there.

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