I’ll do anything

“I was once adored too,” says Sir Andrew Aguecheek, and with those few words the clown’s facade is ripped apart, and we see a broken man, crushingly aware of his loss and of his decay into frivolity and irrelevance.

“I was once a celebrity too,” I say, and I also feel the loss—though the experience was not always pleasant. The camera is fattening, my bald head shone like a small sweaty moon, and in the publicity photos the diaphragm of my …