Clown Act

Why bother? Why begin? Why again, and again and again? We're bored with ourselves, with our eternal slapstick.

I should shoot him, W. says, and he, me. We should aim our guns at one another and fire at the same moment. But our double suicide is part of our clown act, which reaches its pinnacle when we fire and our guns pop and we get up again, as stupid as ever, as desperate as ever.