Read, say, 15 Marvel comic books and you get a greater insight into life than if you study the greatest works of the philosophers.
Here's a badly-drawn example from the nineties, with a certain rough charm. A character from the dark and tangled personal life of Peter Parker, after his death or disappearance, gets a roomsearch. In a deskdrawer he keeps a handgun. Didn't Ernest Hemingway keep his gun in a drawer? Reaches for it angstily. Perhaps a secret compartment.
Reminds me of when a cop came to see my flatmate and I had an illicit replica handgun lying on the couch. I heard the static of a tinny voice on his radio as he ascended the stairs and went into a paranoid panic, flung the gun into a bottom drawer.
A boy with something to hide.
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