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There is (was?) an artist named Frederick S. Fudala, somewhere in upstate New York, who (a long time ago) was on deviantart and created this drawing which I “embedded” into “‘Tami Smithers Was Here’” on the writingsofleviticus site. It’s called “Druuna’s Ascent”, a tribute to the graphic novel character created by Paolo Serpieri. As I recall Mr. Fudala’s original comment was: “I picture Druuna, having been stripped by a gang of thugs, escaping by scaling this cliff, only to find herself thrust into yet another peril which she will have to deal with while naked.” It fits in with Tami’s plight in general, and in particular her scaling the cliff to get away from teenage toughs at the end of Part 29 of “‘Tami Smithers Was Here’”. Fred, I’ve been trying to find you for years, please contact me!

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from the book

Oct 29, 2025

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[another knock on door] Come in.

[middle-aged woman in wraparound dress enters with young woman, nude]

DR. CHO Welcome, Elena, Dinka. Wow Dinka, you’re

getting even darker.

DINKA [giggles, unsteady on her feet]

ELENA She’s trying for Fitzgerald One, sunning two

hours every day.

ALISON There might have to be a Fitzgerald Type Zero

for her . . . Dinka is from Sudan, naturally dark

anyway. Ethel, this is Professor Winkle, and

one of her students, just in from the Multi-O

room. This is my old advisor, Dr. Ethel Cho.

DR. CHO Is this girl the one I saw tied up, all --

connected, shall we say?

ELENA Yes. Sorry, I thought she’d be back to earth by

now.

DINKA [giggling] No I don’t -- think so -- whee!! [nearly

falls over, held up by ELENA] I’m flying! [slips

on floor]

ALISON [laughing] I’ll see you two later. [they leave, ELENA dragging DINKA out of the room, sound of slipping bare feet fading away]

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