It is the immensity, I believe. The hugeness of things below. The darkness of dreams. But I am woolgather. Forgive me. I am not a literary man. I had been in need of some lodgings. That was how I met him.
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I was twenty six when I first met Dave McKean. We met in the offices of a telephone sales company, several members of which, we had been told, were going to bankroll an exciting new anthology comic. It was the kind of comic that was so cool that it was only going to employ untried new talent, and we certainly were that.
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