There is something sad about the Pied Piper of Hamelin; the sadness was there when he led the rats away at first. And when he danced into the rocks with the children, he became melodramatic in his fancies of what would hurt the townspeople.
But he remained to the last a man whom men would not follow, who could not even command his own fee. A man followed only by rats and minors only . . . applauding and dancing.
The Pied Piper of our modern day is a farcical figure. And one cannot help wondering what’s to happen to the poor fool when curtains go down and there’s no one around?