
And third, once you get a feeling for how Illustrator works—as
well as how it doesn’t—something about it is positively addictive.
The program has been compared to a Swiss Army knife due to its
versatility and functionality. But it’s more like a collection of tools
held up to a looking-glass with something more wonderful refl ected
back. The strangeness of Illustrator and the promise of still more just
beyond the next doorway is a large part of the program’s attraction.
Embracing the twisted logic that permeates the program requires
a determined psychological commitment. When you come to the
bottle labeled “Drink me,” you would do well to drink it (it is not
marked “Poison” after all), every last drop. When you do, when you
chase every last word of this book as it leads you down the rabbit-
hole into the very deep well and beyond, your view of sense and
nonsense may well shift a few degrees. It’s not that you’ll suddenly
decide that Illustrator is reasonable and the other applications are
un. That would be madness! It’s just that regular logic—actual,
quantifi able, incontrovertible, commonsense logic—seems awfully
mundane compared with the Mad Hatter logic of Illustrator. Lewis
Carroll’s dormouse never actually said “Feed your head” (or any-
thing of the sort!), but nothing can prevent Illustrator from doing
just that. And once you get a headful of this vast Jabberwocky of a
progra ...