I loved him. I miss him. Dearly! What else could I possibly say about this documentary? That the rest of the world also feels the same way? That he was noble, painfully empathetic, troubled with all the sorrow of the world, incapable of coping with his own impending mental deterioration?
There is a poem in Spanish entitled Garrick about a famous clown with sadness for disease. The song, “Payaso” (Clown) sung by Raphael also comes to mind.
So long Robin, almost everybody thanks you for the laughter but I thank you for sharing with us the beauty of your own vulnerability!