When we're up
there, if you want to meet your lover, over in Gravenhurst,
then go, I won't stop you. I know I'm not enough for you; I can't even put a
sentence together. That I can type means nothing. Go to him, go. I'll stoically
wither and die. I've made you too sad; I can't help it. You should have
something happy. I can't make you happy. Whoever you lover is, he must be
someone good. Easily better than me. But that's no
challenge, innit? Happy times I wish on you. Let me
die; two years and six months.
***
Who is Killing
the Great Method Actors of
"Yes,
you! You thought we'd
never catch on to your repertoire and its tragic characters! Mary Stuart, King
Lear, Oedipus, Willy Loman, Phèdre, all you
could think of, adaptions of Karenina, Appointment in Samarra, Death in Venice!
The actors could only method act, never having been properly educated in the
gestural languages of the English and French, and they all killed themselves
during their productions! How diabolical! You, Mr. Director, are going to jail
for a very long time. And I'll see to it the court restricts you forever to ... comedy!"
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