Farewell, Richard Attenborough. We knew you as Bartlett, Lauderdale, Hammond and Kringle. You introduced us to Gandhi, took us to war, and made us believe in Santa Claus and that dinosaurs could walk again. For this, we thank you. May you rest in peace.
“You know the first attraction I built when I came down from Scotland… was a flea circus. Petticoat Lane. Really… quite wonderful. We had, uh… a wee trapeze, a merry-go… carousel. And a see-saw. They all moved, motorized, of course, but people would say they could see the fleas. "No, I can see the fleas. Mummy, can’t you see the fleas?” Clown fleas, highwire fleas and fleas on parade. But with this place… I wanted to give them something that wasn’t an illusion. Something that was real. Something they could see, and touch. An aim not devoid of merit.”