Lonely One

A few days of inaction sees me searching through a backlog of images to find something to write about, and a droll illustration by Steig from a 1940s book The Lonely Ones (which was shown to me, but did not pick up- instead leafing through it and taking a photo of my favorite drawing) is the source of that this morning.  The caption for this fellow is "people are no damn good", and this may be a summation of most of the thoughts that run through a stereotypical New Yorker's head all day long, perhaps for good reason, but the best part is that he is straitjacketed and confined (in a way, in a box).  Nonetheless, as with many of the other drawings in the book, they have a sort of knowing but far and away look about them.

...As I myself recently have neither been here nor there, and may count among those lonely (but not alone) as well.