The Magician of Lublin

[stilltrucking]

for some reason that book has been on my mind a lot this week

thinking about the cell he built for himself.

The Magician
When you reach for a star
Only angels are there
And it's not very far
Just to step on a stair
Take a look at those clowns
And the tricks that they play
In the circus of life
Life is bitter and gay

There are clowns in the night
Clowns everywhere
See how they run
Run from despair
You can be thrilled
And you can be free
Kate Bush

[Arcadia]

I read the book and also "The slave" long time ago. I remember I liked both.