Crumbwatch, a continuing series

Further to our recent mention of Crumb's latest New Yorker outing, we have discovered this remarkable pair of photographs. We have been moving our eyes rapidly from one Crumb to the other for so long that we've made ourself dizzy, and we swear that we are unable to categorically say, in either photo, which one is R and which one is his cousin. It is, frankly, weird. (But then, we are talking about the Crumb family.) Matching caps, shirts, beards, sandals. Trousers of the same style, albeit different colours. It's like those stories you hear of identical twins who meet up after having been separated for 30 years, and they've both married girls called Cheryl. That Crumb gene must be mighty strong.