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"
I
wonder
if
I
’
m
too
old
to
play
Hamlet
.
Siddons
and
Sarah
Bernhardt
played
him
.
I
’
ve
got
better
legs
than
any
of
the
men
I
’
ve
seen
in
the
part
.
I
’
ll
ask
Charles
what
he
thinks
.
Of
course
there
’
s
that
bloody
blank
verse
.
Stupid
of
him
not
to
write
it
in
prose
.
Of
course
I
might
do
it
in
French
at
the
Francaise
.
God
,
what
a
stunt
that
would
be
.
"
)
She
saw
herself
in
a
black
doublet
,
with
long
silk
hose
.
"
Alas
,
poor
Yorick
.
"
But
she
bethought
herself
.
"
You
can
hardly
say
that
your
father
doesn
’
t
exist
.
Why
,
he
’
s
been
playing
himself
for
the
last
twenty
years
.
"
(
"
Michael
could
play
the
King
,
not
in
French
,
of
course
,
but
if
we
decided
to
have
a
shot
at
it
in
London
.
"
)
"
Poor
father
,
I
suppose
he
’
s
good
at
his
job
,
but
he
’
s
not
very
intelligent
,
is
he
?
He
’
s
so
busy
being
the
handsomest
man
in
England
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
it
’
s
very
nice
of
you
to
speak
of
your
father
like
that
.
"
"
Have
I
told
you
anything
you
don
’
t
know
?
"
he
asked
coolly
.
Julia
wanted
to
smile
,
but
would
not
allow
the
look
of
somewhat
pained
dignity
to
leave
her
face
.
"
It
’
s
our
weakness
,
not
our
strength
,
that
endears
us
to
those
who
love
us
,
"
she
replied
.
"
In
what
play
did
you
say
that
?
"
She
repressed
a
gesture
of
annoyance
.
The
words
had
come
naturally
to
her
lips
,
but
as
she
said
them
she
remembered
that
they
were
out
of
a
play
.
Little
brute
!
But
they
came
in
very
appositely
.
