He was deceptively mild-looking, with a tidy black mustache, a trilby hat and a walking cane. Humility warmed his wide brown eyes. He liked to think of himself as a kind man, and to say that he could forgive the world its sins because they were more stupid than wicked. But though forgiveness came easy, David Low, who died last week at 72, could not bring himself to overlook either stupidity or wickedness. For 60 years he attacked them both with brilliant and unparalleled ferocity. His weapon was the cartoonist's brush.
When New Zealander Low came to London after the...
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