hemingway
Original: hemingway on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A figure in heavenly white robes stands among clouds in front of a bright light, addressing an old bearded man (Hemingway).
Figure (from off-panel light / above): "Welcome Hemingway! Gaunt Peter! Tell me - who will be the unsung greatest author from the 20th century?"
Panel 2: Close-up of the old bearded man, looking pleased and gesturing to himself.
Man: "Me? Fitzgerald? Joyce? Faulkner? Proust?"
Man (small, hopeful): "Me?"
Panels 3-5: Repeated close-ups of the bearded man's face, his expression gradually shifting from anticipation to dawning dismay as he waits for the answer.
Panel 6: A glowing golden doorway/portal opens beside him. The man, now alarmed, reacts.
Man: "The fuck is a Hobbit?"
Votey:
A distressed, sweating bearded man (Hemingway) with a thought/speech bubble.
Man: "This is hell, right? I'm in hell?"
Figure (from off-panel light / above): "Welcome Hemingway! Gaunt Peter! Tell me - who will be the unsung greatest author from the 20th century?"
Panel 2: Close-up of the old bearded man, looking pleased and gesturing to himself.
Man: "Me? Fitzgerald? Joyce? Faulkner? Proust?"
Man (small, hopeful): "Me?"
Panels 3-5: Repeated close-ups of the bearded man's face, his expression gradually shifting from anticipation to dawning dismay as he waits for the answer.
Panel 6: A glowing golden doorway/portal opens beside him. The man, now alarmed, reacts.
Man: "The fuck is a Hobbit?"
Votey:
A distressed, sweating bearded man (Hemingway) with a thought/speech bubble.
Man: "This is hell, right? I'm in hell?"
Alt text
A six-panel SMBC comic. In the first panel, a robed figure standing in clouds before a bright heavenly light greets a gaunt old bearded man, asking him who will be remembered as the unsung greatest author of the 20th century. The man (Hemingway) eagerly guesses famous literary names - "Fitzgerald? Joyce? Faulkner? Proust?" - and then hopefully, "Me?" The next several panels are repeated close-ups of his face as his hopeful expression curdles into worry while he waits. In the final panel a glowing golden doorway opens and he reacts in horror: "The fuck is a Hobbit?" - the joke being that the most enduringly popular author turns out to be Tolkien, not the literary greats. Votey: a sweating, anxious Hemingway thinks, "This is hell, right? I'm in hell?"
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.