Swamp Thing, Vol. 1: Saga of the Swamp Thing

Please, don't go. It's lonely. There's a hole in my head as big as the world and it's so very lonely...

You have waged bitter and undeclared war upon the green, gutting the rain forests, mile after mile, day after day, but know this: the war has come home! It is man's turn to embrace the scythe.

Yes, of course, the whole idea is utterly inane, but to let its predictable inanities blind you to its truly fabulous and breathtaking aspects is to do both oneself and the genre a disservice.

It's raining in Washington tonight. Plump, warm summer rain that covers the sidewalks with leopard spots. Downtown, elderly ladies carry their houseplants out to set them on the fire-escapes, as if they were infirm relatives or Boy Kings. I like that.

Uglier than death backin' outta the outhouse readin' mad magazine and crazy as a football bat.