Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for May 12, 1985
Transcript:
Graduate: Here he comes...I don't know about you, but I'm going to hang on every word. Man: Members of the class of '85, you have spent the last four years in a trance. Taking your cue from the highest office in the land, you have sommambulated unfeelingly through a wounded world, pausing only to debate the central issue of your era - student parking. Paradoxes abound. By accepting unquestioningly all you have been taught, you have learned nothing of value. As you have enriched your prospects, you have impoversihed your souls. Perhaps these are your failings. Perhaps they are ours. Regardless, we bid you adeu with sorrow and regret. When I snap my fingers, you will awake. You will recall nothing except sweet, gauzy scenes of unspent youth. Everybody okay? Student: What...what happened? Student 2: Bears me. All I recall are sweet gauzy scenes. Student 3: Anyone know what I majored in?