But The Circus

....letters of the alpabet frighten me terribly.
They are sly, shameless demons -- and dangerous! You open the inkwell, release them:
They run off-- and how will you ever get control of them again! They come to life, join, 
separate, ignore your commands, arrange themselves
as they like on the paper-- black, with tails and horns.
You scream at them and implore them in vain:
they do as they please. Prancing, pairing up shamelessly
before you, they deceitfully oppose what you did not wish
to reveal, and they refuse to give voice to what is struggling,
deep within your bowels, 
to come forth and speak to mankind.
                          
                            Nikos Kazantzakis




His costume was human frailty, human helplessness,
and his lot was the human lot
of one disaster after another, His comedy was misfortune
and his endearing grace the patience and dignity
with which he survived an existence
of interlinked catastrophes

                               Winston Brebner