That's the joy of a harlequinade, after all, isn't it? We change our costumes. We change our roles.

“Richard wrote a diary entry in his head.Dear Diary, he began. On Friday I had a…”

“Mind the gap!”

“If you cut us, do we not bleed?' Mr. Vandemar pondered this for a moment, in th…”

“Bod shrugged. "So?" he said. "It's only death. I mean, all of my best friends a…”