Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for April 19, 1981

Transcript:

Mark: Let's see... Tabasco sauce, lemons, olives, nuts, swizzle sticks... Okay, let 'em in! Man: And then he became a sci-fi writer and moved to the Yucatan. Second man: Artie a writer? Is that right? Who would have thought it? Man: I know. Funny how the group turned out. Seems like you're the only one of us who actually stuck to his original plan. Second man: *sigh* I know. I wish I'd listened to you guys. Man: What do you mean, Bert? Second Man: You always kept telling me, "Bertie, loosen up, the world doesn't need one more biochemist." Boy, were you right. After ten years of college and graduate school, I woke up to find myself in a profession that bored me to tears, but by then, I felt I'd invested too much to throw it all away. Ever since I've just been coasting, punching the ol' time clock, frittering away my life in a job that means nothing to me, each day losing a little bit more of my self-esteem. Man: Didn't winning the Nobel Prize help any? Second Man: Not really. I couldn't relate to it, you know?