My active resistance to evolution began in 1944, when I was about ten, with a cartoon I drew of the devil--for family consumption only, though I don't remember getting any reaction. My devil was a kind of sumo wrestler with horns and hooves but no tail, wearing a belt labeled EVIL and brandishing a trident large enough to support three words, MOVIES on the short middle tine and MODERNISM and EVOLUTION flanking it right and left. Movies, which along with…
Glenn MeeterMay 1, 2013