![]() ![]() ![]() Brown’s business and future prospects were far sunnier before the dictator’s tightening fist loused things up-his hotel is now mostly vacant. Life-weary Brown had been to the United States in hopes of selling his Hotel Trianon that overlooks the Haitian capital governed by the President for Life Francois “Papa Doc” Duvalier. How often, in the crowd on Shaftesbury Avenue or Broadway, after the theatres closed, have I heard the phrase-“I laughed till the tears came.” Life was a comedy, not the tragedy for which I had been prepared, and it seemed to me that we were all, on this boat with a Greek name (why should a Dutch line name it’s boats in Greek?), driven by an authoritative practical joker towards the extreme point of comedy. ![]() Now that I approached the end of life it was only my sense of humour that enabled me sometimes to believe in Him. Graham Greene's The Comedians (1966) opens as the Medea ship makes its way to Port-Au-Prince, Haiti with a rich assortment of passengers aboard, including a former presidential candidate, a military “expert,” and a hotelier named Brown who dubs all of them comedians-his rationale: ![]()
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