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Pippin’s rejection of the divine fantasy the Leading Player has created does not please the Player. Away from the light, the great creator’s mythical colors do not shine so bright. Without the golden glances of the illuminating fires of evil glory, the Leading Player’s flashy veneer drops to reveal a self-loathing, painful awareness. The Leading Player criticizes the flawed, mole-faced Katherine and her full self-realization, her lack of saturated perfection unsettling him, because the flaws in others are a reflection of the flaws he sees in himself. Without the lights, he can see his true pitiful being - gazing at his own hand, reaching out in desperation, his ugly truth transfixes and overwhelms him in a moment of emotional tragedy. He doesn’t like what he sees. Induced by Pippin’s steadfast and still rebellion of his decadent script, the Leading Player collapses in on himself, as the illusion that supports him crumbles. The scenery dismantled, the flourishes removed, all that’s left is an empty cage. He screams and shouts. He panics, and he self-destructs. He is not as strong as he seemed, and his great dream of the perfect Finale has been destroyed. Stripped of his control, stripped of his meaning, the night-time ringleader sees an empty and disappointing reflection of himself and it burns him. He collapses like the Wicked Witch of the West, his beautiful wickedness de-constructed as his mirage melts away. The profound cynical emptiness, disgust, and disappointing sense of self that typify modern reality touches him and destroys him. Without the spectacular show, the Leading Player ceases to exist; without illusion he is nothing. [x]

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