No, I cannot leave the battlefield defeated. I want to seize you, crush you, monkey, buffoon. Woe if the struggle is unequal, my hands grab at air.
Jung addresses the soul's demonic mask directly as 'monkey, buffoon,' making the Buffoon a name for the banal, mediocre, trickster-devil aspect of the unconscious that the ego must confront and wrestle in the underworld of active imagination.
, The Red Book: Liber Novus, 2009thesis