The circus – that ancient institution, that spectacle of ecumenism, that tent of democracy, that circle of sobornost,
that festive assemblage of man and beast, sensuality and austerity,
laughter and terror, life and death – the circus: is it not one of the
great enduring signs of humanity in a world grown cold, bloodless, and
inhuman? In a world ruled by the Machine, does not the circus maintain
its gentle witness to the joy of Life? In a world ruled by Work, does
not the circus uphold the true doctrine of the primacy of Play? In a
world ruled by Death, does not the circus proclaim the happy gospel of
death's defeat?
Ben Myers: At the Circus
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