We, the Hemingway Complex, owe you, our readership, a big apology for our absence from the blog. Do not think that we have gone anywhere, or decided to forego sharing our insights, or that our fascination with Mary Worth has somehow ended (especially do not think that, because such a thing is not even possible). No, we have been in such a state of shock from Mary's recent actions that we have been unable to even pry our fingers from our keyboard and type these urgent messages.
Here's a quick rundown of what has transpired of late (the Hemingway Complex has a bottle of smelling salts next to our computer, should we be overcome while looking at these astonishing strips):
On Christmas, when the rest of the comics world gathered their characters together with jaunty scarves and mugs of cocoa to wish us the warmest of holidays, here's what Moy and Giella came up with:
Holidays greetings, indeed. Then Mary challenges the guy on the phone to prove that Chester is really his. Instead of coming up with vet records or his microchip papers, this is his response:
A normal person might be like "Whatever, prank caller," especially at Charterstone, because in this world there is no such thing as a gun. Not Mary!
MARY KILLED CHESTER!
Then she decides to give him back. Before she does, she spends a lot of time talking to her sudden BFF Toby about her feelings.
I guess they're having scones for tea, but why's Toby eating it with a spoon? Mary's like, "That's all you're allowed to have, since you put these terrible events into motion." Notice that in the second panel we're viewing them from the other side, as though we are standing in the corner. So why are we facing a wall several feet away? Also, that was a real quick shirt switcharoo from Mary.
Next, we have returned the dog at Hudson Dog Park:
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