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The document is a short story about two clowns who get into an argument that escalates into violence over multiple days. Their antics are initially seen as entertainment by spectators, but the conflict grows increasingly serious and eventually leads to the destruction of the entire city through widespread violence and massacres. In the end, only the two clowns remain alive.

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The document is a short story about two clowns who get into an argument that escalates into violence over multiple days. Their antics are initially seen as entertainment by spectators, but the conflict grows increasingly serious and eventually leads to the destruction of the entire city through widespread violence and massacres. In the end, only the two clowns remain alive.

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T HE MASSACH US ET T S REV I EW

War of the Clowns

O ne time two clowns set themselves to arguing. The people


would stop, amused, to watch them.
 — What’s that? they asked.
 — Why, it’s only two clowns arguing.
Who could take them seriously? Ridiculous, the two comedians rep-
arteed. The arguments were common nonsense, the theme was a ninnery.
And an entire day passed.
The following morning, the two remained, obnoxious and outdoing
each other. It seemed as though, between them, even yucca soured. In the
street, meanwhile, those present were exhilarated with the masquerade.
The buffoons began worsening their insults with fine-edged and fine-
tuned barbs. Believing it to be a show, the passersby left coins along the
roadside.
On the third day, however, the clowns arrived at acts of force. Their
blows became a disarray, their counterkicks zinged more across air than
across bodies. The children rollicked, imitating each jester’s blows. And
they laughed at the two fools, their bodies tripping upon their own selves.
And the boys wanted to repay the delightful goodness of the clowns.
 — Dad, give me some coins to leave on the sidewalk.
On the fourth day, the jabs and blows grew worse. Beneath their
makeup, the faces of the clowns began to bleed. Some kids became
scared. Was that true blood?
 — It’s not serious, don’t fret, their parents soothed them.
In failures of trajectory, some were struck by directionless wallops. But
it was light fare, only serving to add to the laughs. More and more people
joined the gallery.
 — What’s going on?
Nothing. A friendly unsettling of accounts. It’s not worth separating
them. They’ll tire out, it’s nothing more than a bit of clowning around.
On the fifth day, however, one of the clowns armed himself with a
stick. Advancing on his adversary, he discharged a blow that tore off his
wig. The other, furious, equipped himself with a symmetrical beating
bat and responded with the same dismeasure. The wooden rods whistled
through the air in somersaults and deliriums. One of the spectators, un-
expectedly, was struck. The man fell, deadspread.

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Mia Couto

A certain confusion arose, the souls divided. Little by little, two battle-
fields began to form. Various groups traded drubbings. Still more were
felled.
It entered a second week and the surrounding neighborhoods heard
it said that a dizzied pandemonium had set in around the two clowns.
And the thing embroiled the entire plaza. And the neighbors found it
funny. Some went to the plaza to verify the reports. They returned with
contradicting and inflamed versions of their own. The neighborhood
continued to divide itself, in opposing opinions. Conflicts began in some
neighborhoods.
On the twentieth day, shots began to be heard. No one knew exactly
where they came from. Could have been from any point in the city.
Full of terror, the inhabitants armed themselves. The tiniest movement
seemed suspect. The shots spread. Dead bodies began to accumulate in
the streets. Terror reigned over the whole city. Soon, massacres began.
At the beginning of the month, all the city’s inhabitants had died. All
except the two clowns. That morning, the comics sat, each one in his
corner, and ridded themselves of their ridiculous dress. They looked at
each other, worn out. Later, they rose to their feet and embraced, laugh-
ing at the flags dispersed. Arm in arm, they gathered the coins from the
roadsides.Together they crossed the city destroyed, careful not to tread on
the cadavers. And they went in search of another city.

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