The curtains would open and it would be just her standing in some ludicrous pose, like Aphrodite.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on the wall, I think we'd see the beauty then and stand staring in awe.
She would have been a very remarkable woman, if she had not been an old maid.
I'd get into a room and disappear into the woodwork. Now the rooms are so crowded with reporters getting behind-the-scenes stories that nobody can get behind-the-scenes stories.
I used to sit near Marilyn Monroe in the Actor's Studio. She'd get dressed up because that was her identity. Sad. Those cameras wouldn't leave her alone. She didn't know where to hide.
My mom would be leaving the house and she'd say, 'Don't you pull out all of the old dresses in the attic and put on a show again!' And the door would close, and that's exactly what I'd do. The show was calling me!
Without vanity, without coquetry, without curiosity, in a word, without the fall, woman would not be woman. Much of her grace is in her frailty.
She would sit by herself in the middle of the old stoe amphitheatre, with the sky's starry vault overhead, and simply listen to the great silence around her.
Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.
She would give them order. She would create constellations.
Behind each woman rises the austere, sacred and mysterious face of Aphrodite.