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3 months, 4 weeks ago

it is all a pretense laid on to please me

In the dining room wait an agent and a producer. They want to consult with me about who is to have the male lead in my next film. I am delighted at being asked, even though I know that it is all a pretense laid on to please me. I suspect that somewhere is an actor with a signed contract being consu…

—p.164 Changing by Liv Ullmann
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3 months, 4 weeks ago

a dog makes love to a girl

The Playboy king is wearing terry-cloth pajamas. Some girls walk about with long furry rabbits’ ears fastened to their heads and little round tails on their bottoms.

We look at films: A dog makes love to a girl. I think of Pet and hope she will not discover what I am doing.

—p.163 by Liv Ullmann
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the famous Movie Hero fetches me for dinner

The famous Movie Hero fetches me for dinner. He brings an enormous fir tree covered with artificial silver and imitation pearls. Unfortunately, he resembles my first love and when anyone does that, red warning lights switch on inside me. It is very difficult in America when those lights start blink…

—p.162 by Liv Ullmann
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what did the reverse side of his medal look like?

I caught myself passing by a genuine situation without stopping and becoming part of it, and’then reproducing the same reality on screen with all my compassion.

When I encountered a drunk man in the street, I followed him—not to help, but to study the way he set his feet down, how his arms hung …

—p.157 by Liv Ullmann
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he both loves her and is going to leave her topic/heartbreak

While she still has him, they go away to a warm country. She holds his hand while he reads, and she feels a tranquillity because everything is ordinary. She can afford the knowledge that there are long periods when he doesn’t think about her. But she also knows that the hand resting in hers will so…

—p.152 by Liv Ullmann