When I was a child growing up in Germany in the Thirties the highest paid entertainer in the world, they say, was Grock the clown. “The king of clowns” they called him. Everybody loved him but nobody, as far as I can remember, ever suggested to turn the government over to him. But then, of course, we already had a Reichskanzler.
I must talk to my physician. Could one of the medications he prescribed for me be causing those frightful hallucinations and nightmares I keep having?