She’d never been charmed by chimpanzees, rather made unsettled by the similarity of their behaviour to the people she was surrounded by. Whether or not it was having first seen them at a circus – an experience so long ago yet she could still remember sitting in the half-dark of the dusky weight of the canvas – she did not know.
She had pondered on the quantity of yellow sawdust within the circular red partition, and now experienced, again, the hardness of the narrow bench and recalled the excitement of the single thread of high-wire as a lilac-blue figure carrying a pole made its sparkly way across to the safety of the ladder at the other end.
But having remembered this, and the lions and galloping white horses, she knew she’d found the clowns even more distressing, unable to appreciate that these gaudy creatures of incomprehensiveness were just men, made up to look amusing.
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