A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A DOE
Unbearably lovely music is heard as the curtain rises, and we see the woods on a summer afternoon. A fawn dances on and nibbles slowly at some leaves. He drifts lazily through the soft foliage. Soon he starts coughing and drops dead.
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I have seen war. I have seen war on land and sea. I have seen blood running from the wounded. I have seen men coughing out their gassed lungs. I have seen the dead in the mud. I have seen cities destroyed. I have seen 200 limping, exhausted men come out of line
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When I am asked, 'What do you think of our audience?' I answer, 'I know two kinds of audiences only--one coughing, and one not coughing.'
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When I am asked, What do you think of our audience I answer, I know two kinds of audiences only--one coughing, and one not coughing.
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Acting is merely the art of keeping a large group of people from coughing.
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The art of acting consists in keeping people from coughing.
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