Slapstick, Wit, Nonsense, and Articulation; I have always loved them. Their passing, one by one, was a sorrow made all the worse to this dramatically emotional youngster by the childish joy that seemed to have left my world.
Of course, NOW, all these years, later, I occasionally see something akin to their blend of otherworldly, "Duck Soup," pop up here or there, as the befuddled, loving, or bemused masses look on, but how could there ever again be that exact talent in configuration, until the plaited collaboration between nature, nurture, karma and humor is once again found in iteration.
Silence, Mischief, and Melody.
Brilliant Witty Nonsense Speedier Than a Locomotive.
... and a Shtick Piano Man With an Eye for the Ladies
Welcome, Please, Ladies and Germs, The Marx Brothers!
(thunderous applause)