Все тот же Алан Уотс, The Book: On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are

Children's books are written by serious ladies with three names and no imagination, and as for comics, have you ever looked at the furniture in Dagwood's home?

Речь о персонаже комикса "Блонди" Дагвуде Бамстеде? Или о чем?

Попыталась гуглить, но в картинках из комикса ничего эдакого не заметила.....Может, кто-то подскажет, куда рыть, что имелось в виду?

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Now it is symptomatic of our rusty-beer-can type of sanity that our culture produces very few magical objects. Jewelry is slick and uninteresting. Architecture is almost totally bereft of exuberance, obsessed with erecting glass boxes. Children's books are written by serious ladies with three names and no imagination, and as for comics, have you ever looked at the furniture in Dagwood's home? The potentially magical ceremonies of the Catholic Church are either gabbled away at top speed, or rationalized with the aid of a commentator. Drama or ritual in everyday behavior is considered affectation and bad form, and manners have become indistinguishable from manerisms--where they exist at all. We produce nothing comparable to the great Oriental carpets, Persian glass, tiles, and illuminated books, Arabian leatherwork, Spanish marquetry, Hindu textiles, Chinese porcelain and embroidery, Japanese lacquer and brocade, French tapestries, or Inca jewelry. (Though, incidentally, there are certain rather small electronic devices that come unwittingly close to fine jewels.)

Так, по-честному, эту тягомотину можно переводить вольно.

Взять, например-например-например, Жарикова и "Анну Каренину Лив".

Эпизод "Стив Облонский в гостях у тренера «Торпедо»", тот же эффект.