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Evolution: A Memoir

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 Meeter
May 1, 2013