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I didn't feel like getting involved in a long conversation and\nall with her. I'm not crazy about talking to girls' mothers on the phone anyway. I\nshould've at least asked her if Jane was home yet, though. It wouldn't have killed me. But\nI didn't feel like it. You really have to be in the mood for that stuff.\nI still had to get those damn theater tickets, so I bought a paper and looked up to\nsee what shows were playing. On account of it was Sunday, there were only about three\nshows playing. So what I did was, I went over and bought two orchestra seats for I Know\nMy Love. It was a benefit performance or something. I didn't much want to see it, but I\nknew old Sally, the queen of the phonies, would start drooling all over the place when I\ntold her I had tickets for that, because the Lunts were in it and all. She liked shows that\nare supposed to be very sophisticated and dry and all, with the Lunts and all. I don't. I\ndon't like any shows very much, if you want to know the truth. They're not as bad as\nmovies, but they're certainly nothing to rave about. In the first place, I hate actors. They\nnever act like people. They just think they do. Some of the good ones do, in a very slight\nway, but not in a way that's fun to watch. And if any actor's really good, you can always\ntell he knows he's good, and that spoils it. You take Sir Laurence Olivier, for example. I\nsaw him in Hamlet. D.B. took Phoebe and I to see it last year. He treated us to lunch first,\nand then he took us. He'd already seen it, and the way he talked about it at lunch, I was\nanxious as hell to see it, too. But I didn't enjoy it much. I just don't see what's so\nmarvelous about Sir Laurence Olivier, that's all. He has a terrific voice, and he's a helluva\nhandsome guy, and he's very nice to watch when he's walking or dueling or something,\nbut he wasn't at all the way D.B. said Hamlet was. He was too much like a goddam\ngeneral, instead of a sad, screwed-up type guy. The best part in the whole picture was\nwhen old Ophelia's brother--the one that gets in the duel with Hamlet at the very end--\nwas going away and his father was giving him a lot of advice. While the father kept\ngiving him a lot of advice, old Ophelia was sort of horsing around with her brother,\ntaking his dagger out of the holster, and teasing him and all while he was trying to look\ninterested in the bull his father was shooting. That was nice. I got a big bang out of that.\nBut you don't see that kind of stuff much. The only thing old Phoebe liked was when\nHamlet patted this dog on the head. She thought that was funny and nice, and it was.\nWhat I'll have to do is, I'll have to read that play. The trouble with me is, I always have to\nread that stuff by myself. If an actor acts it out, I hardly listen. I keep worrying about\nwhether he's going to do something phony every minute.\nAfter I got the tickets to the Lunts' show, I took a cab up to the park. I should've\ntaken a subway or something, because I was getting slightly low on dough, but I wanted\nto get off that damn Broadway as fast as I could.\nIt was lousy in the park. It wasn't too cold, but the sun still wasn't out, and there\ndidn't look like there was anything in the park except dog crap and globs of spit and cigar\nbutts from old men, and the benches all looked like they'd be wet if you sat down on","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-30T03:36:03.162Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true,"width":1855},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFHMJM2J9JHQAQM1Q9SKBJWF","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KFF1K6A8V452X8SQKY55DD16","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6FHSK7FNG4XEVNFARN3HJB","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6FHT9JFAN1F7AS9YP5837V","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KG6FM0EP6Z019A5VXHB5PM6E","peer_label":"Rye_page_0063_medium.jpg","peer_type":"file","predicate":"has_derivative"},{"peer":"01KG6FM4HTA0H97MNVXRCW3VAJ","peer_label":"Rye_page_0063_thumb.jpg","peer_type":"file","predicate":"has_derivative"},{"peer":"01KG6FT59BXAZ3C5HRJ6SW8F58","predicate":"has_assembly"}],"ver":6,"created_at":"2026-01-30T03:36:04.457Z","ts":"2026-01-30T03:40:41.659Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFFC4A8W8939TXGEXCK439ZK"}}