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What a narrow escape! I might have ended up a Fox staff director. My first film had been a great success, and Zanuck was hot after me. My long-term contract would have been eagerly “adjusted,” that is, enriched. I could have had a lovely, spacious home in Bel Air in any one of a number of styles—th…

I’d read, before I went to visit the pilot, Tolstoi’s comment on Nicholas Rostov’s letter home: that it was impossible for a young man to write the truth; unconsciously he will always favor himself and reject events and details that do not fit into the way he preferred things to have happened. That…

I WILL describe Molly.

In the city of Zurich, along the river that flows into the Zurich See, there are several substantial churches. They all toll the time, keeping the twenty-four hours of the day in order. One particularly impressed me, the Grossmünster. It is a Protestant church, built of gr…

I MOVED back into the Garden of Allah. Constance’s mother had come west; the clan was gathering. Her sister was poisoning Constance against me by telling her the truth: that I was hesitating. Doris was the established girlfriend now of Billy Wilder, and I was waiting to see if she would prevail on …

What the hell was there to say? I sat alone in my room in the Royalton Hotel, listened to the traffic below, and thought how worthless my life was. It wasn’t so long ago that I’d been the boy wonder of Broadway and the envy of everybody. Now, watching Molly, hearing about Chris’s anger, certainly d…