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    1. Camp Starts In: 228 Days One day Yvette Guilbert wrote to ask me to call on her. I did not go. One feels so foolish in the presence of genius. Ones vanity is hurt. One is afraid of being found out.

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      This website template has been designed by Free Website Templates for you, for free. You can replace all this text with your own text. To me the fault of the play was quite obvious. The author had got hold of a good idea and the drama had several fine situations; but, whereas the idea was poetical and mysterious and the situations tense and dramatic, the author or the translator had employed the most stilted kind of dialogue, and language as commonplace as that which I am now using. The play should have been translated or rewritten by a poet.

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      • Pellentesque nunasidp adipiscing sollicitudin dolor id sagittis. And his work, his object in life? Well, he was the connecting-link between the artist and the public, just as a publisher is the connecting-link between authors and those who read. Otto Zuggstein published pianists, singers, violinists. He engaged concert halls for them, sold their tickets and collected the money, printed their programmes, distributed tickets to the Press, advertised their recitals, and so on. There are, of course, many such men, men engaged honourably in an honourable profession, in all the big cities of Europe; but Zuggstein was steeped in dishonour. It was freely said of him that he had all the powerful music critics of Berlin in the hollow of his hand. Instead of working for their respective editors they really worked for him. He could command a long and enthusiastic notice about almost any artist in almost any paper; he could also secure the publication 220of the most damning criticisms. If you were a really great artist desiring to succeed in Berlin and he, or his friends, considered it against his own and his friends interest for you to succeed, he could and would prevent you doing so.

      • Donec sit amet felis a nibh ornare malesuada. Later on that night, the room roused itself from its semi-lethargy, and golden confetti and balls of coloured paper were thrown about by ladies and gentlemen who, not knowing each other, desired an acquaintanceship. The balls of paper unrolled themselves into long ribbons 281which, catching on to projections from the supporting pillars, hung in long loops and festoons which, thickening, soon began to resemble a gigantic spiders web. Silly musical toys were given us, and men and womenbut especially womenmade silly noises on them and giggled, or else shrieked uproariously.... Except for the supper, which was excellent, the evening was not a success, and I do not suppose I should have gone there again if I had not been in search of Frank Harris, or if Jack Kahane had not insisted upon my accompanying him.

      • Etiam et tellus mi, et semper lectus. Yes, I know. But my contention is that there are people who can and do gauge to a nicety the taste of the public. And I mentioned the names of two critics who had, on many occasions, foretold most accurately the exact length of time new pieces would run.

      • Quisque in purus nec purus feugiat consectetur. A week or so later I met him at one of Herbert Hughess jolly Sunday evenings in Chelsea.

      • Fusce et ipsum dolor lorem ante, at sollicitudin libero. It appeared that a well-known and very distinguished littrateur had quarrelled with him in the Caf.... Blows had been exchanged....

      • Etiam et tellus mi, et semper lectus. After all, how simple, how friendly, how altogether right and jovial!

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      • 11/10/2011

        This is just a place holder, so you can see what the site would look like. But if he is clever and witty in his writing, he is much cleverer and wittier in his talk. I do not suppose I shall ever forget one Sunday I spent with him, for by midday he had reduced my mind to chaos and my body to limpness by his consuming energy. When he was not playing, he was talking, and he did both as though the day were the last he was going to spend on earth, so eager and convulsive was his speech, so vehement his playing.

      • 11/19/2011

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