Chapter 1, verses 1-4, of what I knew about disillusionment: Charlie Brown passes the house of the Little Red-Haired Girl, the object of his eternal fruitless longing. He sits down with Snoopy and says, “I wish I had two ponies.” He imagines offering one of the ponies to the Little Red-Haired Girl, riding out into the countryside with her, and sitting down with her beneath a tree. Suddenly, he’s scowling at Snoopy and asking, “Why aren’t you two ponies?” Snoopy, rolling his eyes, thinks, “I knew we’d get around to that.”And that, right there, is my Peanuts. It's a flawed masterpiece. It's got rich characters, arcing, subtle storylines lived over decades ... and yes, a lousy greeting card line. . It interweaved with my childhood and certainly shaded my real life. But yes, it's imperfect.
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