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Now to say things tellingly, I take a
few steps forward : much as would a
clown, explaining his balloon trick to
a roomful of kids. When I myself was
young it seems I never much questioned
those sorts of things; not caring much about
how any clown did what. I stayed silent,
thinking always of other - more weighty -
things. Then the tambourines flew at midnight,
the coffee-saucers decked their fires and
the brewmasters too, roasting their beans,
came down for a cup. It was as if the angels,
and the demons, each descended from their
religious heights to try and explain their meanings.
If anyone didn't listen, they were severely taxed;
like a Job getting a retribution from his haughy God.
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