One can derive the same fun from print-making as from making mud pies and great subtlety can be achieved through the use of transparent inks, half-to… - Ralph Steadman

Today we are sacks of shit bundled into flying tubes with a security warning secreted inside every orifice.

I was in a slightly befuddled state by this time and the potent combination of watery beer and whiskey was bringing on a severe attack of drawing, as always happens when I start seeing unusual faces through a haze of controlled drinking. My body becomes a protective casing and lets me observe through the two keyholes on the front of my head.

Maybe he is the Mark Twain of the late twentieth century. Time will sort the bastard out and I leave it to others more qualified than me to assess and appraise his monumental literary legacy.