"I Like It When It's Good"

This one, to me at least, is exquisite.

I have in the past shared with you “Top-Of-The-Line” offerings of music, writing, musical writing and peak performances that shivered my timbers and reminded me of the human capacity to excel.

Today, it’s a cartoon.

I saw this cartoon, amongst the dozen or so published weekly in every issue of The New Yorker.  Like Elaine on Seinfeld, I find some New Yorker cartoons unfunnily obtuse.  Others I intellectually appreciate.  Still others, I laugh uncontrollably out loud at and then show them to my wife.

This one knocked me ‘round the bend and back where I started.  (A turn of phrase I contrived specifically for this occasion.)

My initial reaction was followed immediately by

“Who thought of this?” I wondered, in dumbstruck awe and boundless admiration.

“What kind of brain did this emerge from?” 

Everything I make up comes from somewhere.

“Where, exactly, did this come from?”

And can we hope for more from that sublime place in the future?

Ladies and gentlemen,

Presenting, for your enjoyment and, unless I’m alone about this, delight…

A New Yorker cartoon that simply knocked me on my ass.