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SONAL
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For one thing it takes too long on
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an
make a journey through the country
for pleasure not to lecture. I would
like to see little of New York, but
much of the country. But I am afraid
they would not let me have my way
and do these things. They invite me
to come and write films He shugged
his shoulders expressively, "I much
prefer to send them by post.
And then I am afraid of crites, au
critics, people who write about me, 1
am afraid of you. At some time they
suddenly say the wrong thing. It al¬
ready is too late. That dictum can
never, never be corrected once it has
appeared! If a critic knows me well,
then he knows me too well to write
about me. It he knows me but slightly,
then how can be know enough to write
intelligently about me?"
I hope some day the Theater Gul¬
will give my Bernhardi, about which
we have corresponded. And there is
a new translation of my lonely way
that should be done in America.
"I know it will not be as in Russis
where they steal the things of the
foreign artist. For thirty years they
have played my Fairy Tale, but I have
not received a single kopek for it.
Many years ago a Russian actor looked
me up as the author of a famous play
in Russia. But it cannot be my play
Oh, yes, he insisted. I have spent
many days in the magnificent home
bought by the producer from the pro¬
ceeds.
If he would not send me money, at
least he might have written me a few
words saying how much he enjoyed
the house my piece had given im