To
manifest the spasmodic utterance, facial distortion, and random shaking of
sides expressing instinctive mirth, amusement, or sense of the ludicrous. To
emit the raucous, gutteral, squealy, or super-giggly noise akin to hyenas or
kookaburras. Longwinded definitions of guffaw break the monotony, like
Leonardo’s laughers, more tortured than relieved, obsessive more than rational.
We insist: there’s a time for laughter. Sanity, we’re told it is, to laugh at
fortunes and misfortunes. Is it? The best medicine, meaning life’s a condition
cured by temporary respites. Song is an improvement, verbalising and
anaesthetising the secrets laughter implies, October’s sage being April’s fool.
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