The show Dismissed was one of my favorites, because I like to see people get clowned.

He views the iron-studded doors, / The vaulted roof, and corridors, / And turrets through whose pierced walls / Machiolate, the weight might fall / Of scalding streams of molten lead / Upon besiegers' fated head.

Tragedy acts then like a laxative […] or an aperient […] to douche our systems of humors and emotions that unbalance the soul, so that we may return to the virtuous golden mean, to homeostatic equilibrium.

Message and method merge, centauresque, to assist him.