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Two or three times a week, Max would
haul up that enormous painting...
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that had been presented to her by
some Nevada chamber of commerce...
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and we'd see a movie,
right in her living room.
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So much nicer than going out,
she'd say.
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The plain fact was she was afraid
of that world outside.
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Afraid it would remind her
that time had passed.
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They were silent movies, and Max
would run the projection machine--
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which was just as well.
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It kept him from giving us an
accompaniment on that wheezing organ.
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She'd sit very close to me...
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and she smelled of tuberoses,
which is not my favorite perfume...
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not by a long shot.
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Sometimes as we watched,
she'd clutch my arm or my hand...
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forgetting she was my employer.
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Just becoming a fan, excited about
that actress up there on the screen.
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I guess I don 't have to tell you
who the star was.
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They were always her pictures.
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That's all she wanted to see.
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Still wonderful, isn't it?
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And no dialogue.
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We didn't need dialogue.
We had faces.
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There just aren't any faces
like that anymore.
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Maybe one, Garbo.
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Oh, those idiot producers.
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Those imbeciles.
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Haven't they got any eyes? Have they
forgotten what a star looks like?
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I'll show them.
I'll be up there again, so help me!