After about three billion years of this sometimes zany, frequently tedious fugue of carnality and carnage,

Jesus Fucking Christ,” she says with that flawless hardpan accent of hers. It is an expression that always strikes Landsman as curious, or at least as something that he would pay money to see.

What I find sometimes that is tricky is if actors are using too much of their own life in a picture, in a scene, they get locked into a particular way to play the scene, and it lacks an immediacy.

However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.

Written By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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