[...] A funny, brilliant, endlessly enthusiastic twelve-year-old up in an old man suit, Julie spent his life mining the gold-seam of the future; is too big, then, to be ever truly swallowed by the past. He was a friend, he was an inspiration, was the founder of our dreams. He ruined my reputation as a gentle pacifist by claiming that I'd seized him by the throat and sworn to kill him if he didn't let me write his final episodes of Superman, and how, now, am I supposed to contradict a classic Julius Schwartz yarn? So, all right: it's true. I picked him up and shook him like a British nanny, and I hope whenever he is now, he's satisfied by this shamefaced confession.
Goodnight, Julie. It has been our privilege to have known you.
You were the best.
Alan Moore
Northampton, March 17th, 2004
Goodnight, Julie. It has been our privilege to have known you.
You were the best.
Alan Moore
Northampton, March 17th, 2004
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