Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights... [T. S. Eliot, 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock']
Beneath the motley of the clown, we are just ordinary human beings like you. The costume is only an appearance, a professional hazard. Blogger's note: These two persons, whom I met on the arterial M. G. Marg in Gangtok, were promoting Sikkim Tourism. When I turned my camera on them, they posed happily and voluntarily for me.