If we learn anything from Speed Saunders stories, it's that life goes by fast. That's why it's important to stop and smell the roses along the way. You never know when a careening countess might crash into you or someone might just take a potshot at you from a passing car.
Yesterday in Part 1 of The Spider, we paused to observe the beauty of artistic composition in this panel:
|I like the encroaching Guardineer Lines.
They add both intimacy and urgency.
Today we pause to appreciate the prose in the panel that immediately follows, the one whose caption contains the odd phrase "a splinter of fenders", which sounds like an obscure collective noun phrase: "The chicken's mysterious transit was flanked by a splinter of fenders."
But a secret lies therein! That prose is in fact poetry:
There is a splinter
of fenders as the big car
sweeps in front of Speed.
Leave it to the Golden Age to find all the beauty in a traffic accident!
I encourage you to stop and take the time to compose for us a haiku in honor of Speed, the Speedmobile, Messieurs Foreground and Background, or any other aspect of our tale so far.