We have acquired some information about the actors and comedians of
past ages, but our knowledge has been greatly increased by the chance survival of a comic handbook entitled Jokes and their Relation to the Unconscious. The meaning of 'unconscious' is by no means clear, but it may be related to the idea of drunkenness, which even in our own time is the object of laughter. The joke book itself is the work of a clown or buffoon who was billed as Sigmund Freud – no doubt pronounced 'Fraud' to add piquancy to his stage character. In this volume he has compiled examples of what he calls 'significant nonsense', with comic routines concerning people who forget names or misread words, who use the wrong set of keys or knock over pots of black dye. Clearly Freud himself was an incomparable gamester, and it is easy to imagine him reciting these absurd misadventures with a serious face. His act would have been described as 'smutty' or 'bringing out the blue bag' and, with its emphasis upon sex, it was a well-known aspect of the primitive theatre. His 'lingo' was in turn based upon the confrontation between audience and performer, with the continual use of Freud's famous catchphrase – 'I think I should be the judge of that!' – as the signal for more laughter. But the most hilarious examples of Freudian repartee took place when his partner, Oedipus, appeared on the stage. This 'fall guy' or 'straight man' may have been some relic of the old pantomimic tradition, since he wore loose white robes and displayed that glum expression characteristic of the pantaloon. He also adopted a peculiarly rapid and sliding walk known to devotees as 'the Freudian slip'. He would try unsuccessfully to use it every time Freud began to question or 'analyse' him with a number of delightfully absurd questions. 'Are you repressing something, Oedipus?' 'Of course not. I am standing very upright, as the soldier said to the nursemaid.' 'Now now, Pussy. None of your nonsense here. Tell me, what is your opinion of chair legs and train tunnels?' 'Rather out than in, as the bishop—' 'I think, Puss, you are beginning to prove my point.' 'Don't talk to me about points. Not after last night.' 'How do you feel about long noses?' 'I've never felt one in my life!' 'Come now. That's no answer to one of my famous analytical questions.' 'Well then, Sigmund, I will tell you the honest truth. I think that they should be blown.' 'Oedipus, you must have been a very funny child.' 'Funny? I had them screaming. Especially mother.' This dialogue known as 'chaff or 'patter' must have reduced the Mouldwarp audience to tears of laughter, especially when Freud steps forward to inform them that 'it is all the fault of my friend's unconscious' – i.e. that he is drunk. It has often been noted that the people of Mouldwarp were preoccupied with sexual activity at the expense of all other principles of life; there is even some evidence to suggest that they identified themselves in terms of their sexual orientation. No. There is no cause for embarrassment. Our purpose is to understand, not to lay blame. Nevertheless, despite – or even because of – their obsession with sexual practice it is likely that they laughed as heartily at Freud's antics as we do. We salute him, therefore, as a great comic genius of his age.