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you were the witness to a final intimacy

My own opinion is that they do because the actors—whether by technique or by accident—gave you pieces of their lives, which is certainly the ultimate generosity of the artist, and they did it unabashed. You were the witness to a final intimacy. These artists spoke to your secret self, the one you h…

—p.146 Elia Kazan: A Life by Elia Kazan
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a great beached whale advice/not-selling-out

I made a point of catching the commercial. Orson offered the nation his assurance of the product’s worth with a voice as resonant as ever—a beautiful instrument indeed—and his presence was, in some grotesque way, still imposing. I couldn’t help wondering—as I do with any sponsoring of a product whe…

—p.134 by Elia Kazan
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all his feelings and impulses turned toward gold advice/not-selling-out

But the self-satisfied artist did not hear this talk and gloried in his universal fame, throwing his gold coins around and beginning to believe that everything on earth is ordinary and simple, that there is no such thing as a revelation from on high, and that everything must of necessity be subsume…

—p.86 The Nose and Other Stories The Portrait (1835 version) (65) by Nikolai Gogol
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he was too exhausted by his daily work advice/not-selling-out

But from that time a happy change took place in his life. He expected his name to be covered in infamy, but it turned out quite the contrary. The lady who had commissioned the portrait went into raptures about this extraordinary artist, and our Chertkov’s studio filled with visitors wishing to doub…

—p.84 The Portrait (1835 version) (65) by Nikolai Gogol
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like a madman he ran out of the hall advice/not-selling-out

Pure, unsullied, beautiful as a bride, the artist’s work stood before him. And if only the slightest desire to shine, if only a perhaps excusable vanity, if only a thought of showing itself off to the mob had been evident there—no, not a one! It rose up humbly. It was simple, innocent, and divine, …

—p.87 The Portrait (1835 version) (65) by Nikolai Gogol