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July 20th, 2011
07:03 pm - An Honourable Trial
He's told the story before-- to a young man he'll never see again-- the story of how he was in love with an actress: a beautiful, talented actress, and how they'd performed all the great love scenes and meant them, and how it was like having sex in public. And how they'd go home, and make love but not with words but with their bodies... and yet... and yet, real life could never measure up to that ideal, to that intensity of emotion shared upon the stage.
How wrong he was, he's realised, as he lies in the bed he shares once more with that same talented, beautiful actress. How like the Bard's Antony his real life has been: smitten with love, believing in their shared destiny, that they could truly shape the world around them with the ecstasy of their performances, with the essence and charisma of their very existence, before reality crashed in upon them both. She preserved herself in what she knew, swathed herself in allegiance to the very man who was responsible for it and privately subsumed herself in self-recrimination. His exile was involuntary, but necessary; he was rendered insane, given over to and held hostage by the raging tempests of his emotions.
How difficult can it possibly be then, to take that self-same man-- the very experience he's lived-- back into the ephemeral, the impermanent, the imperfect world of the theatre, for him? Will a return from Rome-- from his self-declared exile from acting-- be their downfall for good?
He supposes he'll find out.
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September 1st, 2009
07:21 pm
They can forgo the elaborate things that go with nuptials, not that they likely would have had an orthodox wedding even if it had happened eight years ago, anyway, given their respective careers - no favours, no invitations, no bawdy recitals, no best men or brides of honour.
But there's one element they cannot proceed without, and that is a pair of witnesses.
Geoffrey by his nature dislikes the phone. There's more often than not bad news at the other end of the line. But the urgency of the moment - which he is determined not to let get away from them at this point - overrides his latent anxiety, and he and Ellen find themselves now at a public phone booth, hastily tapping out frantically-remembered numbers on a metal keypad.
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August 31st, 2009
03:58 pm - How many angels can dance upon the head of a pin?
It's been something of a day, and it's barely one o'clock in the afternoon.
Thatcher's visit has sparked something that defies simple explanation, and now both actors - well, one actress and a former actor-turned-artistic-director - are riding a collective, giddy high that neither has truly enjoyed in several years.
It makes even the stop-and-start nature of Geoffrey's horrendous stick-shift driving hilarious rather than frightening, and his parking leaves a great deal to be desired, almost diagonally across three spaces - but when you're driving a high-end Mercedes, people tend to make assumptions about the driver anyway.
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