Levi Stahl 14 days ago
New rubbish dialogue reaches me every other day on wadges of pink paper—and none of it makes my character clear or even bearable. . . . I must off to studio and work with . . . Tennyson (that can’t be right) Ford. Ellison? (? — No!)—well, a rangy, languid young man.
—Alec Guinness, diary, 1976
add a skeleton here at some point