This old man comes out on 'the stage in blueblue suit, blue shirt, blue tie, blue handkerchief. But nothing else is blue. Everyone knows his true colors come in 14-corned gold, a spray of white lies and a streak of pale green envy. Abuse turns him purple, but he never bursts into flame. When he asks politely for his violin, for example, it is tossed in a high parabola from the wings and smashes at his feet. He turns to the audience and draws every living soul to his side with the glazed-over...
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