The stage is a magic circle where only the most real things happen, a neutral territory outside the jurisdiction of Fate where stars may be crossed with impunity. A truer and more real place does not exist in all the universe.
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When an actor has money he doesn't send letters but telegrams.
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For God's sake, have some self-respect and do not run off at the mouth if your brain is out to lunch.