The Pagliacci (3)

Tonight we drink. Misery drowns quickly in wine and merriment. Lotario, no longer peddling his tickets, lies drunk on a couch. Feruccio dines but does not drink. Enter Simon and Carlotta. Exit Pagliacci.
It seems odd that hatred and love so easily walk hand in hand.
I walk to my carriage. My bed once was shared with the woman I loved. Now I share carriage with Eustachio, the half-man. Cruel Irony.

I sleep. No nightmares. Nightmares fill the sleep of murderers and thieves. My dreams are rank with wishful memories of the future I once held in my grasp. Not sure which is worse.

I wake. Show begins. This audience will get their finale.

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