What the hell was so intriguing about this particular person?
Why do I rejoice in merely looking at him?
And only the other day I began to realize why, though it's been plain for some time:
He certainly was a rare one, an actor who wasn't able to lie.
So I learned from an old magazine issued at the College, that he allegedly attended but in fact had failed to pass the initial test; they actually called him to ask him about it. He sort of angrily - at least according to the magazine - replied that he applied but failed in Maths. The only thing keeping him from rectifying this false claim in the official biography issued by the film company was that he did not want to expose the press office. Not stopping here, he even told them another thing that wasn't true.
Add to this a great imagination and how he baffled his fellow actors: He would simply come, deliver his lines and be gone again.
"Nothing in theatre has any meaning before or after. Meaning is now." - Peter Brook
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