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The Despair of Loneliness
John Summerfield Wimbish
One evening in 1808 a gaunt, sad-faced man entered the offices of Dr. James Hamilton in Manchester, England. The doctor was struck by the melancholy appearance of his visitor. He inquired:
Doctor: "Are you sick?"
Man: "Yes, Doctor, sick of a mortal malady."
Doctor: "What malady?"
Man: "I am frightened of the terror of the world around me. I am depressed by life. I can find no happiness anywhere, nothing amuses me, and I have nothing to live for. If you can't help me, I shall kill myself."
Doctor: "The malady is not mortal. You only need to get out of yourself. You need to laugh; to get some pleasure from life."
Man: "What shall I do?"
Doctor: "Go to the circus tonight to see Grimaldi, the clown. Grimaldi is the funniest man alive. He'll cure you."
A spasm of pain crossed the poor man's face as he said:
"Doctor, don't jest with me. I am Grimaldi."
