Bending it down to the ground, as an archer bends his bow, he gave a sudden spring, and let the tough birch catapult him to the highest root.
"What do you want me to do now ?" he grinned.
"Come back the same way," grinned the director.
Most "legitimate" actors--the valuation is their own--find the movies rather dull.

Time hangs very heavily upon their hands.

As one remarked to me in tones that were thick with a divine despair: "There's absolutely nothing for a chap to do.

In lots of the God-forsaken holes they drag you to, there isn't even a hotel.

No companionship, no diversion of any kind, and oftentimes no bathtubs." Douglas Fairbanks enters no such complaint.