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"There was an old-fashioned stand-up comic called Frankie Howerd, whose art is imperfectly recorded in scraps of old movies and in video footage. I once found myself sitting near him at a tedious public dinner and said, 'You have a creative face, Mr. Howerd.'
'How so?'
'One has only to look at it, and begin to laugh.'
'You are flattering me.'
'No, sir. You comics, who create laughter from what nature has given you, are among the most valuable people on earth. Statesmen may come, and generals may go, and both exercise enormous power. But the true benefactors of the human race are people like you, who enable us to drown our inevitable sorrows in laughter.'
He was moved by this, and I suddenly noticed large tears coursing down his old cheeks, furrowed by decades of anxiety about raising chuckles in drafty music halls. That creative face of his took on a new dimension of tragicomedy, and he wiped his tears and whispered:
'That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.'"
-- Paul Johnson, Creators
'How so?'
'One has only to look at it, and begin to laugh.'
'You are flattering me.'
'No, sir. You comics, who create laughter from what nature has given you, are among the most valuable people on earth. Statesmen may come, and generals may go, and both exercise enormous power. But the true benefactors of the human race are people like you, who enable us to drown our inevitable sorrows in laughter.'
He was moved by this, and I suddenly noticed large tears coursing down his old cheeks, furrowed by decades of anxiety about raising chuckles in drafty music halls. That creative face of his took on a new dimension of tragicomedy, and he wiped his tears and whispered:
'That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.'"
-- Paul Johnson, Creators
