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3月8日 Dashed ExpectationsI have spent all my life—all 19 years and a half of it—dreaming of getting involved in a theatrical production, a real drama instead of a stupid giggling school play. I had ample opportunity and experience of the latter, invariably playing the villain in the piece, the one that through ruining the world, ultimately ruins himself—yes, I was always a him.
When such a chance finally came, I waited with trembling anticipation for the director to assign me a part, wondering if I would repeat my fate and end up as the wicked something. Apparently, however, I had too good an opinion of my acting talent. I should have realized that being able to understand and appreciate Shakespeare does not guarantee a Laurence Olivier out of you. Without special looks or talent, I am nothing. I am not the wicked something, the good something, not even the dull something. I am the insignificant something with three lines of my own and five “Rest in peace”s with the chorus. I was exempted from all rehearsals—kicked out in practice, though not yet in theory, owing to the good nature of somebody in charge.
I guess I could comfort my injured dignity by reminding myself that Audrey Hepburn only had a mute part in her first movie and that Fritz Wunderlich was drowned in the chorus at the start of his operatic career. But then Audrey had that other-worldly air; and Fritz had that other-worldly voice; whereas I have other-worldly nothing.
Perhaps this is God’s way of telling me that instead of trying in vain to portray a Rosalind or a Beatrice, I am much better off reading and analyzing Shakespeare, who, as I now recall, tried acting himself for a while, failed, took to writing, and ended up the best-loved playwright in the whole of human history. |
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