Any good comedy has its basis in tragedy. It’s a hair’s breadth removed — not the tragedy of death, but the abiding one of life.
“Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.
Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.”
James Joyce | Chamber Music