Millions of years pass, row upon row, until a particular clown is thrown up. And then he or she falls, disappears, trips on his own laces or is shot or catches some rare virus or...the list is endless. The refinement of human manners undone in an instant; all that striving in harsh climates, toiling away under the sun just to produce the clown who fritters away his inheritance whilst watching a Saturday matinee.
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