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O: They sat talking under a tree. They talked about nothing. They had nothing to talk about. CLANCY: So? O: It was accounted a good play. CLANCY: Talking about nothing? O: Yes. CLANCY: Plays are all talk anyway. O: Of course. (Beat) Are you going to do something funny? CLANCY: Why should I? O: You're a clown. CLANCY: Today I'm a sad clown. O: Like the two under the tree? They were sad. CLANCY: Yes. (Beat) Like them I talk about nothing. O: It's a strange occupation. CLANCY: It's better than making up a story. O: Is it? CLANCY: Yes. They all have to fit it into a plot with real people doing real things. I get bored. O: The universe is full of real people doing real things. CLANCY: Unfortunately. O: They would probably get bored with a clown that's sad and refuses to do things to amuse them. CLANCY: All clowns are sad. That's the sad thing about clowns. You see, I put on my red wig and I paint a big smile on my face and turn my eyes into stars and I sit under a tree and I talk about the eternal sadness of being a clown. O: You are talking about nothing. CLANCY: You said it was accounted a good play. CURTAIN |
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