And then on the last page he finally does it. And in the last sentence it's revealed THAT... he's got the wrong guy. That punchline has always stuck with me.
Oh yeah, spoiler alert.
In other news (and speaking of fading memories), I just posted a new article on my site in praise of one of my very favorite albums, FUTURE GAMES by that curious Danny Kirwan-Bob Welch era of Fleetwood Mac. I believe that Mr. Starostin gave it a negative review, but I love it.