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Any writer, I suppose, feels that the world into which he was born is nothing less than a conspiracy against the cultivation of his talent


I think Henry looks here like a young, beardless Castro with a pencil instead of his cigar.

How about a young and angry Norman Mailer?

Perhaps a caption competition is in order. Can you tell me what he's saying?
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KL said…
This shot is reminding me of those typical Bollywood (Indian movies) and Hollywood action movies where the villains exactly take such poses, with some cigars or guns in their hands, smiles sidewise like that and asks the terrified man in front of him, with that taunt in his voice, "where are the golds?," "did you bring the cash?," "I hope for your sake that ***** ****** ****** Kris is now kaput!!!"

Don't have the talent to participate in such competitions, but still trying, "The pencil tastes good!!"
18 March 2009 at 21:41
yamini said…
Isn't it true?
18 March 2009 at 22:18
Sue said…
Grafitti? What grafitti?
18 March 2009 at 22:52
Anonymous said…
'I didn't take it off him'
18 March 2009 at 23:12
Chris Wolf said…
"Smoke 'em if ya got 'em, boys..."
19 March 2009 at 01:32
Dina said…
Henry looks like Churchill announcing that the war is over.
19 March 2009 at 07:34
Babzy.B said…
here is a great portrait of Henry !
19 March 2009 at 18:06
Kris McCracken said…
KL, Henry can dance. He may have a shot in Bollywood!
19 March 2009 at 19:14
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, no son of mine...
19 March 2009 at 19:14
Kris McCracken said…
Chris, now I like that one a lot.
19 March 2009 at 19:15
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, he just needs to master the "V" sign.
19 March 2009 at 19:16
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, he finally sat still!
19 March 2009 at 19:16
KL said…
So, what was he really saying? Who won? Do they get to keep Henry?
21 March 2009 at 09:34
Kris McCracken said…
KL, he actually wanted more paper o draw on.

No real winner, but I did like Chris's...
21 March 2009 at 16:58
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