He stepped forward like a man making his way to the toilet in a dark and 
unfamiliar room, knees bent, hands outstretched, moving his feet gingerly so as 
not to bark shins or toes on anything. The Clown had drawn to one side and was 
watching him scornfully. "Is this what you call getting into your role? Think 
you can get away with scientific rationalism all night? What's going to happen 
the first time you actually start believing what you see?"