The Fool ?

"…a time comes, especially when the play of gods and heroes develops to gigantic proportions, when the spectator must feel the need for relief from the high concerns of great immortal themes; and a pathetic consciousness begins to form of little man confronted by these things – seeming by contrast comic in his limitations, yet peculiarly valiant in his one invincible power to take knocks; the Eternal Butt. His only weapon of offence to raise up against it all is the phallus, or a need to be undone and seduced when life becomes too much of an obstacle to step over with ease and dispassion."

The very uncomfortable final realization that in the end we are just " little old us " What else can we do as life over runs amok dangerously out of control ? I guess this petulance is a form of control over our selves and circumstances we cannot cope with anymore.