An Unpredictable Guest
Feb. 3rd, 2014 08:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloI dreamed that an elderly, Falstaffian Orson Welles was trying to seduce me. I told him why I wasn't interested. On his first visit he left a bag of gold coins hidden in a sheaf of newspapers under the sofa cushion. On his second he left a couple of bombs. My friends and I managed to chuck them out of the window just in time.
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Date: 2014-02-03 08:06 pm (UTC)Even if Welles were your bag of chips, I shudder for his heart. "Oh god!". Clonk. " Rosebud...."
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Date: 2014-02-03 08:20 pm (UTC)Have you see Chimes at Midnight? Welles, for me, is the definitive Falstaff.