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Updated: May 15, 2025
Truman is lied to, cheated, deprived of his ability to make choices, controlled and manipulated by sinister, half-mad Shylocks. As I said, he is unwittingly the only spontaneous, non-scripted, "actor" in the on-going soaper of his own life. All the other figures in his life, including his parents, are actors.
"And when Snarl and Soaper sit on your next play, they won't forget the lesson you have given them." "I'll be sworn they won't!" chuckled Triplet. But, reconsidering her words, he looked blank, and muttered: "Then perhaps it would have been more prudent to let them alone!" "Incalculably more prudent!" was the reply. "Then why did you set me on, madam?" said Triplet, reproachfully.
Quin, with his humorous bludgeon! Mrs. Clive, with her tongue! Mr. Snarl, with his abuse! And Mr. Soaper, with his praise! arsenic in treacle I call it! But there, I deserve it all! For look on this picture, and on this!" "Meaning, I am painted as well as my picture!" "Oh, no, no, no!
"Don't sit on them with your head downward, or you'll addle them," said Mr. Brush, fiercely. This was the first time Triplet had ever answered a foe. Mrs. Woffington gave him an eloquent glance of encouragement. He nodded his head in infantine exultation at what he had done. "Come, Soaper," said Mr. Snarl. Mr. Soaper lingered one moment to say: "You shall always have my good word, Mr. Triplet."
And they all looked, and, having looked, wagged their heads in assent as the fat, white lords at Christie's waggle fifty pounds more out for a copy of Rembrandt, a brown levitical Dutchman, visible in the pitch-dark by some sleight of sun Newton had not wit to discover. Soaper dissented from the mass. "But, my dear Snarl, if there are no shades, there are lights, loads of lights."
Snarl, by himself, is just supportable; but, when Soaper paves the way with his hypocritical praise, the pair are too much; they are a two-edged sword." Woffington. "Wanting nothing but polish and point." Vane. "Gentlemen, we abandon your neighbor, Mr. Quin, to you." Quin. "They know better. If they don't keep a civil tongue in their heads, no fat goes from here to them." Cibber. "Ah, Mr.
"There was no room on his face for a fresh wrinkle." Soaper. "He! he! Nay, Mr. Snarl: Mr. Cibber is like old port; the more ancient he grows, the more delicious his perfume." Snarl. "And the crustier he gets." Clive. "Mr. Vane, you should always separate those two.
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