added, âwith myself.â
âYou mustnâtââ
âItâs good to be happy, but itâs vulgar to want to be happy. And if you are happy, itâs vulgar to know it. It makes you complacent. Whatâs important is self-respect, which will be yours only as long as you stay true to your ideals. Itâs so easy to compromise, once youâve known a modicum of success.â
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â OF COURSE I am not fanatical,â she said, âbut perhaps I am too fastidious. For instance, I canât help thinking a person who sneezes in an absurd way is also lacking in self-respect. Why else consent to something so unattractive? It ought to be a matter of concentration and resolve to sneeze gracefully, candidly. Like a handshake. I remember a conversation with someone Iâve known for years, a subtle man, a doctor, whose friendship I cherish, when, in the middle of a sentence, we were talking about Fourierâs theory of the twelve radical passions, he seemed suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. He made a sharp shrieking sound and then said âKisshââsaid it twice and closed his eyes. What did he say, I wondered, staring at his mottled face. I understood when I saw him groping for his handkerchief. But it was difficult to continue with Ideal Harmony and the Calculus of Attraction after that!â
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â I THINK ,â she started off grandly.
And then she stopped.
What nonsense it all is!
âGo on,â said Bogdan.
Yes, nonsense to feel what she was feeling. Or perhaps not. How awful to impose this unhappiness, if thatâs what it was, on Bogdan, who took whatever she said so literally. Why did she always feel like saying something that would crease his brow and tighten his jaw? âIâm thinking how good you are to me,â she said, pressing her face against his throat, seeking the comfort and forgiveness of his body.
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SHE FROWNED. âYes, I hate to complain, butâ¦â
âBut?â It was Ryszard speaking.
âI do love to show off.â She clapped her hand to her forehead, moaned âOh, oh, oh!â then smiled slyly.
The young man looked stricken. (Yes sheâd been ill. All her friends said it.)
âAm I showing off?â she said, her eyes glittering. âYou tell me, faithful cavalier.â
Ryszard didnât answer.
âAnd if I am,â she continued relentlessly, âwhy?â
He shook his head.
âDonât be alarmed. Arenât you going to say, Because youâre an actress.â
âYes, a great actress,â he answered.
âThank you.â
âIâve said something stupid. Forgive me.â
âNo,â she said. âMaybe itâs not showing off. Even if I canât control it.â
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â I DO TRY to master my feelings, believe me!â
âMaster your feelings?â cried the critic, a very friendly critic. âWhatever for, dear lady? Itâs the profusion of your feelings that delights the public.â
âIâve always needed to identify myself with each of the tragic heroines I play. I suffer with them, I weep real tears, which often I canât stop after the curtain goes down, and have to lie motionless in my dressing room until my strength returns. Throughout my whole career Iâve never succeeded in giving a performance without feeling my characterâs agonies.â She grimaced. âI consider this a weakness.â
âNo!â
âWhat would my public say if I decided to play comic roles? Comedyââshe laughedââisnât thought to be my strong point.â
âWhat comic roles?â said the critic cautiously.
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START TOO HIGH , and you have nowhere to go.
âI rememberââshe was confiding this to RyszardââI remember once when I lost
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