Театр
Chapter 2
Thefacethatcanlookanything,evenbeautiful,thefacethatcanshoweverythoughtthatpassesthroughthemind.That’sthefaceDuse’sgot.Lastnighteventhoughyouweren’treallythinkingaboutwhatyouweredoingeverynowandthenthewordsyouweresayingwrotethemselvesonyourface."
"It’ssucharottenpart.HowcouldIgiveitmyattention?DidyouhearthethingsIhadtosay?"
"Actorsarerotten,notparts.You’vegotawonderfulvoice,thevoicethatcanwringanaudience’sheart,Idon’tknowaboutyourcomedy,I’mpreparedtoriskthat."
"Whatd’youmeanbythat?"
"Yourtimingisalmostperfect.Thatcouldn’thavebeentaught,youmusthavethatbynature.That’sthefar,farbetterway.Nowlet’scomedowntobrasstacks.I’vebeenmakinginquiriesaboutyou.ItappearsyouspeakFrenchlikeaFrenchwomanandsotheygiveyoubrokenEnglishparts.That’snotgoingtoleadyouanywhere,youknow."
"That’sallIcanget."
"Areyousatisfiedtogoonplayingthosesortofpartsforever?You’llgetstuckinthemandthepublicwon’ttakeyouinanythingelse.Seconds,that’sallyou’llplay.Twentypoundsaweekattheoutsideandagreattalentwasted."
"I’vealwaysthoughtthatsomedayorotherIshouldgetachanceofastraightpart."
"When?Youmayhavetowaittenyears.Howoldareyounow?"
"Twenty."
"Whatareyougetting?"
"Fifteenpoundsaweek."
"That’salie.You’regettingtwelve,andit’sadamnedsightmorethanyou’reworth.You’vegoteverythingtolearn.Yourgesturesarecommonplace.
