There once was a soft luscious botty,
That was spanked very hard and a lotty.
Until one day,
In the month of May,
It was black and blue and looked grotty.
But even as the Messmer-Sullivan cartoons emphasized Felix's ingenious use of that plasticism—as we see in his ability to turn his tail or a graphic flourish like an exclamation point into a useful, narrative-furthering prop, thus all the more flattening out the world, making everything in the drawn world. . . of the same stuff, as Leslie suggests (23) -- the early Mickeys seem far more intent on making space function within the narrative so that it might thereby reveal itself.
'But this,' said Musidorus, 'shows you more unperfect, to be cruel to him that submits himself unto you. But since you are unperfect,' said he, smiling, 'it is reason you be governed by us wise and perfect men.
