"What delayed you?" "A storm, sir." "Was she pretty?"--Love
Dreamed of entering a Halifax entertainment palace and almost immediately getting five demerit points (for things like shouting and riding an escalator the wrong way) from some official who spoke of "meticulous obfuscation"; saying "Go meticulously obfuscate yourself, jerk!" (but too slowly for the best effect) and leaving; a slapstick comedy with Cesare Borgia.
Got some 1930s episodes of Thimble Theater with Popeye the Sailor.
Applied for a proofreading job at Harlequin, through workopolis.com. (Mission: Possible pointed it out to me.)
Dinner was halibut.
Saw Greta Garbo in Love, a silent movie of Tolstoy's Anna Karenina. MGM was shameless enough to tack on a happy ending after the original ending, more faithful to the book bombed in previews. (The Cinematheque also showed that ending.)
Anyway, it wasn't so much about Tolstoy as about La Garbo's face. (You could say the same thing about the sound version Garbo later made, come to think of it.) But whatta face! She had one of those faces a movie camera loves. I'd bought a ticket for a second Garbo movie, but felt too sleepy to stay.
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