Word: hells
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...that would act as well as read, and Laughton seized on the idea as an effective way to present his favorite piece of Shavian writing. When Laughton applied for Shaw's permission (and terms), the old man sounded almost as skeptical as the Hollywood agent had been. "The Hell scene is such a queer business," he wrote, "that I can't advise you to experiment with it, but I should certainly like...
Producer Gregory, already booking Don Juan in Hell for a fourth tour next fall and winter, has a waiting list of stars eager to step in if any of the quartet should have to drop out. Last week another of his pleasant prospects was a feeling among Manhattan playgoers that they were a huge neglected audience for Don Juan. He booked the show for a four-week return engagement on Broadway, starting Nov. 29. Other commitments permitting, it could probably run merrily for at least a season...
...tastefully arranged straight lines or petulant squirts from a tube held over a canvas?" To the sentimentalists he says: "All the wheels of business and advertising are turning night and day to prove the colossal falsehood that America is smiling. And they want me to add my 2%. Hell...
Both kinds of illness pried her away from Murry; she spent much time in the south of France trying to recover, but even more in a kind of private hell. The letters are bulletins posted outside the sick room of her soul. At first, pet names (she was "Tig" or "Wig," he was "Jag" or "Bogey") and candid passion masked the symptoms. "I love you with every inch of me . . . You are my perfect lover . . . Hold me, Bogey, when I write those words, for I am in your arms . . . Now I am giving you all sorts of little hugs...
...papers from the office-anything. If I were there, you'd spend ten minutes with me. Give me those ten minutes here. Help me ... I am tired. I can't always write or work or read. Then I have nothing but darkness . . . The weather is perfect hell: the sea roars: it's never, never quiet-it eats away the air. The room is half dark and I'm alone all day all day all day every day every...