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captain_slinkyJust finished reading The Complete Peanuts 1950-1952, and now I'm a bit... I dunno. It always strikes me as being so very tragically poetic that Charls Schultz *would* have gone on writing that comic strip forever had he not been stricken with illness that forced him to stop. "I didn't take away the comic strip... it was taken away from me" he was quoted as saying. That's just so sad, there aren't even words for it. And then he died at 9:45 the night before the very last Peanuts comic strip was seen by millions of readers in their Sunday papers... just HOURS before! Like he and his creation both ceased to exist at the same moment. How very poetic and sad :(
