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MIMER

I am sorry that Marcel Marceau is dead.

But he did have a long and happy life.

Well, at least, long.

You can never be sure about the happy part.

Besides, in his case, how would you know? He can't be cross examined/couldn't.

I have never cared much for the mime 'art'.

When I watched teevee, it would drive me from the room.

Creepy.

And, since he was the 'best' at it, he was even more unwatchable.

For a long time there seemed to be mimes everywhere.

The white grease paint crowd.

Now it is celebrity look-alikes.

All basically mute and, for all intents and purposes, without a shred of talent.

I had a friend who always told the mimes to 'get the fuck away'.

I was never that harsh. I just got away myself.

After all, how can you really confront a mime without looking like an asshole.

All that cloying innocence.

I think that is how they avoided serious criticism.

Like slapping a cute kitten.

RIP Marcel.

I don't suppose there were any last words, huh?

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