As a younger man, I stared in wonder at John Philip Kemble.  O, how he could quake the core of my spirit with a heartrending death scene.  How rare it is for even an amateur player such as I to plunge into a rousing birth scene!  But I was born anew… and this has never been more so than when fainting over my own corpse.  Too purple?  Perhaps, but the gun-toting audience of Quentin and Edward deserved all of the trimmings!



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