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Must Continue Punching Down

Well, this week's installment, I liked the look of contempt that the White Dog gave the third daughter in the third panel. It didn't start out as contempt, or at least I didn't imagine it was contempt fifteen years ago, but it seems as if it is now. Like, you can't even give me three days in your father's house?

As we've seen, three is the number of transformation, the number of permanent change in this story, and that's why he wanted to stay for three days. The fourth panel could have been better, which is obvious in retrospect fifteen years later. I wanted to suggest motion in this panel, but sometimes my skills aren't up to the task. Perhaps giving all the objects in the fourth panel, including the figure, the same vanishing point, would have given the effect I was looking for.

Okay I have to go and do some stuff, so I'll cut this short. Thanks for visiting! See ya next week!

(also the guy named "Jussie" from last week, turns out the so-called "noose" that the "two white guys" who were big fans of "Empire" were alleged to have put around his neck was "clothesline" straight from the package. Hmm. I believe the police have subpoenaed his phone records and his manager's phone records to verify that they were on the phone at the moment of the alleged attack. Anyway.)

Comic transcript

You're reading a page from a comic book based on the ancient Irish Myth the Three daughters of King Coluath O'hara. The translation and story was from Jeremiah Curtin's book Irish Myths and Fairy Tales but don't go and spoil the comic by reading it. I'll be posting a page a week, and the first page is here. Please let me know in the comments if you want to buy a copy and end the suspense, and if enough people want it then hey I'll publish it. Thanks!

The husband of the youngest daughter sprang up. He was very angry and very sorry. He said to her, "If I had been able to spend three nights with you under your father's roof, I should have got back my own form again for good, and could have been a man both in the day and the night. But now I must go."

The former white dog rose from the bed, ran out of the castle, and away he went as fast as ever his two legs could carry him, overtaking the one before him, and leaving the one behind. He was this way all that night and the next day.

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