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In an age of rebooted, reimagined, remastered IP necromancy, Bill Watterson stands like a sentinel over the grave of his own creation. He drew a line and kept it, even against obscene amounts of money. Memento integritatis, a secular devotional image for an age of franchise Frankensteins. The skull on the desk has been replaced by a plush Hobbes that was never allowed to exist. Remember that not everything beloved should be converted into “content.” Remember that “enough” is sometimes the noblest word an artist can say.

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