You have written truth,
you friends of the “shadows”,
yet be not harsh with “Krazy”
he is but a shadow himself,
caught in the web of The Mortal Skein.
We call him “Cat.”
We call him “Crazy”.
Yet is he neither.
At some time will he ride away to you,
people of the twilight.
His password will be the echoes of a vesper bell,
his coach, a Zephyr from the west.
Forgive him for you will understand him no better
than we who linger on this side of the pale.
-George Herriman, June 17th, 1917