It's too darn hot today to do much of anything. So between watching our new kitten, Oliver attack the couch pillows and catching bits and pieces of the movie "P.S." starring Laura Linney and Topher Grace (has anyone seen this movie? is it any good?) Well, between all that, I've been reading about George Bernard Shaw. I'm not sure how I came upon him. You know, you link and then you link and then you link. Who can remember how the whole thing ever gets started.
Anyway, I wanted to post some funny and romantic (and odd) *stuff* he wrote. (Would George Bernard Shaw ever use the word "stuff" when writing? I didn't know him and stuff, but my guess would be: no.)
NOTE TO WINSTON CHURCHILL:
Am reserving two tickets for you for my premiere. Come and bring a friend -- if you have one.
(note inviting Churchill to the opening of Saint Joan)
Churchill was more than a match for this one. He replied asking if it would be possible to have tickets for the second night -- "if there was one."
I like flowers. I also like children, but I do not chop off their heads and keep them in bowls of water around the house.
....veddy intadesting (I'm not sure how you'd spell it but you get it right?)
LETTER SHAW WROTE TO BRITISH ACTRESS, MRS. PATRICK "STELLA" (BEATRICE) CAMPBELL:
If I read correctly they were married to other people at the time. Shaw wrote the part of Eliza Doolittle in Pygmalion for her. Considered one of the greatest stars of her generation, she was also known for her beauty and wit.
Shaw to Stella:
I want my rapscallionly fellow vagabond.
I want my dark lady. I want my angel --
I want my tempter.
I want my Freia with her apples.
I want the lighter of my seven lamps of beauty, honour,
laughter, music, love, life and immortality....I want
my inspiration, my folly, my happiness,
my divinity, my madness, my selfishness,
my final sanity and sanctification,
my transfiguration, my purification,
my light across the sea,
my palm across the desert,
my garden of lovely flowers,
my million nameless joys,
my day's wage,
my night's dream,
my darling and
I think the movie, "P.S." is supposed to be a love story, yes? But from what I've seen of it today, it doesn't hold a candle to this love letter.
They don't write 'em like they used to, do they?