Here comes the fool, bringing with him all the follies. Ay, he will charge you twopence for hearing a foolish question and sixpence to answer it. Actually, he might ask you to double the tip if given the opportunity to delude your brain with his wisdom. But oh... How can a fool be wise. Nay, I don't believe that no one can play the Fool as well as a Wise. He is just an asinine fellow whose every inch is garbed in motley but for his head. Why, he must be showing off his dexterity with limbs but acknowledging his inability of brain to understand the colours of life. Hah, what more can you expect of him— few slanders that doth delight you in your knowledge of knowing that you aren't him.
Look, here he comes , all pomp and yet monochrome in his fallacies, glissading his way down so that he may add a pence or two in his fortune of the day through his performance. Aye, the performance we all love for who performs the life as well as a fool? Fooling us, delighting us; in our oblivion? He surely knows how to hide behind his dim wits the fact that "it's better to be a witty fool than be a foolish wit".
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