the happy clown got dressed and went out about the town and people laughed, saying: 'look how this clown here makes us smile, he's really quite amusing, for a while' and the clown juggled his clubs to dwindling crowds with dwindling love until only lovers or the old watched the clown, their smiles were few but there was precious else to do, and the clown shivered in the cold. he performed all the tricks he'd learned his grin still broad and still upturned, and in the end they were entertained even if their laughs were slightly feigned. they thanked the clown for his wonderful act, and put their money in his hat until it fairly overflowed and he could pay off the money that he owed. you would have thought this would satisfy the fool, he has what he wanted, after all, it is pointless, therefore, for one to wonder why he crawled into his bed that night, softly murmuring: 'i want to die. i want to die.'
