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Updated: July 13, 2025
Not only was Ignatz Levitsky starred in equal type, but another name stood out larger than either: Ophelia .. .. .. Fanny Goldwater. His wrath reflaming, he hurried round to the stage-door. He pushed it open, but a gruff voice inquired his business, and a burly figure blocked his way. 'I am the author, he said with quiet dignity. 'Authors ain't admitted, was the simple reply.
'I know, I know, said Pinchas, paling. He saw Mrs. Goldwater tripping on saucily as Ophelia. 'But we don't give all our talent to one play, the manager reminded him. 'No, of course not, said Pinchas, with a breath of hope. 'We have to use all our people by turns. We divide our forces. With myself as Hamlet you will have a cast that should satisfy any author. 'Do I not know it? cried Pinchas.
'Were you but to say your lines, leaving all the others to be read by the prompter, the house would be spellbound, like Moses when he saw the burning bush. 'That being so, said Goldwater, 'you couldn't expect to have my wife in the same cast. 'No, indeed, said Pinchas enthusiastically. 'Two such tragic geniuses would confuse and distract, like the sun and the moon shining together.
'Who ever heard of Ignatz Levitsky? And who wants his music? The tragedy of a thinker needs no caterwauling of violins. Does Goldwater imagine I have written a melodrama? At most will I permit an overture or the cymbals shall clash as I take my call. He leaped out of bed. Even greater than his irritation at this intrusion of Levitsky was his joyful indignation at the imminence of his play.
He fell with an echoing clamour, to which his clattering cane contributed, and clouds of dust arose and gathered where erst had stood a poet. Goldwater stopped dead. 'Can't you sweep quietly? he thundered terribly through the music. Ignatz Levitsky tapped his baton, and the orchestra paused. 'It is I, the author! said Pinchas, struggling up through clouds like some pagan deity.
Goldwater, Pinchas added zestfully. 'They say she has a Yiddish accent, Elkan ventured again. The table roared louder. 'I have heard of Yiddish-Deutsch, cried Pinchas, 'never of Yiddish-Français! Elkan Mandle was frozen. By his disappointment he knew that he had been hoping to meet Gittel again that his resentment was dead. But the hope would not die.
He had carried out his promise of assisting at the première, and was now paying for the poet's supper. 'You're the first playwright Goldwater hasn't managed to dodge, he chuckled. 'Ah! said the poet meditatively. 'Action is greater than Thought. Action is the greatest thing in the world.
'My wife will not sacrifice Ophelia by leaving her to a minor player. She thinks only of the play. It is very noble of her. 'But she has worked so hard, pleaded the poet desperately, 'she needs a rest. 'My wife never spares herself. Pinchas lost his head. 'But she might spare Ophelia, he groaned. 'What do you mean? cried Goldwater gruffly. 'My wife will honour you by playing Ophelia.
Once, in my days of obscurity, I was made to put a besom into the piece, and it swept all my genius off the boards. Ah, the donkey-men! But I am glad Eselmann gave me my "Hamlet" back, for before giving it to Goldwater I made it even more subtle. No vulgar nonsense of fencing and poison at the end a pure mental tragedy, for in life the soul alone counts.
'But I must know weeks ahead I may go lecturing. The great continent calls for me. In Chicago, in Cincinnati 'Go, by all means, said Goldwater. 'We can do without you. 'Do without me? A nice mess you will make of it! I must teach you how to say every line. 'Teach me? Goldwater could hardly believe his ears. Pinchas wavered. 'I I mean the company. I will show them the accent the gesture.
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