Such jaunty enthusiasm lies beyond my emotional range; indeed, it might transcend the abilities of all but a tiny percentage of mortal creatures. I was that odd child not entertained by clowns — instead was afraid of them — finding their androgyny and buffoonish behavior unnerving. Throughout history these tramps and jesters have been allowed subversive behavior, speaking their minds freely to autocrats and potentates when regular people suffered imprisonment and execution for doing the same. Now free to roam public and private spaces, like preternatural mimes their white faces can be seen from a long way off — this one driving erratically an electric car, honking and darting flea-like curb to curb, crisscrossing while giggling hysterically and making slapstick grimaces.