One fine morning in 2001 I read the New York Times happening upon an article about a school for clowning, a Clown College. I’ve never forgotten its opening line as it puts a red rubber nose on an ur-truth that was probably in one of Sophocles lost plays.

Clowns are walking catalogs of human imperfection, and comedy is the chronicle of their struggle to survive.

Clown College: Where Fools Suffered Gladly.