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The Magic Clown

        will  not  participate  in  the  illusion.  People  will  not  willingly  or
        unwittingly deceive themselves without a credible deceiver. I could not
        play the part, no matter how I dressed up or rehearsed a routine. I am
        laughable in fish and tails, butter-fingered and mumble-mouthed. My
        stage fright is palpable in the balcony. It mattered not that I could do
        any  trick  in  the  book.  Everyone  knows  the  technique  is  not  what
        counts: it’s the delivery.”
          Tony was getting agitated.
          “But you found a solution,” Ann suggested.
          “Yes. I was scanning the back pages of the newspaper for menial
        jobs when my friend called. He had enthusiastically described my act
        to his aunt, whose party clown had canceled at the last moment. She
        was desperate, and wanted me, sight unseen. At first I refused. As you
        are  aware,  children  are  generally  the  worst  possible  audience  for  a
        magician  because  their  attention  cannot  easily  be manipulated.  That
        would  not  have  been  a  problem  for  me:  I  didn’t  care  what  they
        noticed because I was performing real magic. No, I couldn’t bear the
        thought of them laughing at me while I was doing it. They would only
        see the fool, not the miracle-worker. Then it dawned on me: people,
        children included, are predisposed to laugh at clowns. I could fall all
        over myself and it would work as valid stagecraft if I appeared as a
        comedian  in  a  circus  costume  who  somehow  managed  to  perform
        tricks  normally  done  by  imposing,  sophisticated  self-assured
        magicians. I rented the Pierrot suit and floppy shoes, made myself up
        as best I could and showed up at the kiddies’ party drunk as a skunk.
        The Magic Clown was born: the rest is history.”
          Tony  Riga  again  fell  silent  and  the  interviewer  pursed  her  lips,
        searching for the next question.
          “So…you are saying that you felt you had no choice other than to
        take on the persona of a clown?”
          “If I wanted to make a living with the only talent I had, and do it
        despite my lack of other talents. But I hated it. I couldn’t go on stage
        unless I’d had a drink or two. Maybe that contributed to my mental
        deterioration. I did tell you that I am moving out of here on…in a few
        days?”
          “Yes, you did. Let me get this straight: you were never sober, your
        entire  career?  Television,  Las  Vegas,  the  White  House  Christmas
        party?  You  were  famous  for  Sawing  a  Woman  in  Half,  Walking
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