I have played many parts. The glove maker’s son

from Warwickshire suggested I should.

I have played the illusionist who laid upon the bed of nails

and who doted silently for his clown. I have played the clown

in the art of allusion, the fool, unseen like Lear’s imagination,

the part suiting me well; but thankfully, I never performed

a role like the court jester, slapping his masters on the back

but with the cunning engrained into the psychotic fancy to

remove a king from his throne or the down at heel