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New In the theme “Sleeping Beauties”: “The Sleeping Clown”

I captured this specimen on the ferry from Calais to Dover, still in the French territorial
waters.

More about Clowns

Cole Porter: All the world loves a clown.

Alfred Tennyson: As the husband is, the wife is: thou art mated with a clown,

Ralph Waldo Emerson: Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,

Stanley Kubrick: Come on, clown, sing us a chorus of Pagliacci.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton: They tell us sometimes that if we had only kept quiet, all these desirable things would have come about of themselves. I am reminded of the Greek clown who, having seen an archer bring down a flying bird, remarked, sagely: "You might have saved your arrow, for the bird would anyway have been killed by the fall."

Ernest Hemingway: You know lots of criticism is written by characters who are very academic and think it is a sign you are worthless if you make jokes or kid or even clown. I wouldn't kid Our Lord if he was on the cross. But I would attempt a joke with him if I ran into him chasing the money changers out of the temple.

Vladimir Nabokov: Whatever qualities [Tsar Nicholas I] may have shown in his own kingly profession, it must be admitted that in his dealings with the Russian Muse he was at the worst a vicious bully, at the best a clown.

Anne Sexton: My ideas are a curse. They spring from a radical discontent with the awful order of things. I play clown. I play carpenter. I play nurse. I play witch.

Fanny Brice: Being a funny person does an awful lot of things to you. You feel that you mustn't get serious with people. They don't expect it from you, and they don't want to see it. You're not entitled to be serious, you're a clown, and they only want you to make them laugh.

John Keats: The voice I hear this passing night was heard in ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, she stood in tears amid the alien corn; the same that oft-times hath charmed magic casements, opening on the foam of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Wallace Stevens: Cloud-clown, blue painter, sun as horn, hill-scholar, man that never is, the bad-bespoken lacker, ancestor of Narcissus, prince of the secondary men. There are no rocks and stones, only this imager.

Charlie Chaplin: I remain just one thing, and one thing only—and that is a clown. It places me on a far higher plane than any politician.

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