A man walks into a doctor’s surgery. He’s not old, but his face is a mask of anguish and the set of his shoulders weary. He’s carrying all the troubles of the world.
“Doctor, I need help. I used to love the world and all the people in it; now I feel nothing except worry and frustration. Please, please, give me something to end this pain.”
The doctor thinks a moment. Then, tearing a handbill off his noticeboard: “The solution is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him perform. That will cheer you up.”
The man bursts into tears.
“But doctor… I am Pagliacci.”