“I hate Tintin! You do not know how!” Coming from Hergé, it is disconcerting. He released him in a fit. They were too many years enduring the demands of that spoiled child. But, in reality, the artist was a padrazo. For the European comic, at least. An advance, a virtuoso, a genius, a … “I’m tired of these compliments, I’m tired of doing for the umpteenth time the same gag, tired of making laugh with easy jokes, tired of giving the best of me, my essence, my life, tired of being a story-making machine … “

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