I Fear That A Life Of Death

I Fear That A Life Of Death Has Made Me Numb To Both.

He Begged To Know To Which Of His Fair Cousins The Excellency Of Its Cookery Was Owing. Briefly Forgetting Her Manners, Mary Grabbed Her Fork And Leapt From Her Chair Onto The Table. Lydia, Who Was Seated Nearest Her, Grabbed Her Ankle Before She Could Dive At Mr. Collins And, Presumably, Stab Him About The Head And Neck For Such An Insult.

I Wrote One Terrible Manuscript After Another For A Decade And I Guess They Gradually Got A Little Less Terrible. But There Were Many, Many Unpublished Short Stories, Abandoned Screenplays And Novels... A Library Of Congress Worth Of Awful Literature.

Father May Have Been Wanting In Some Things, But Here He Was Masterful. Night Upon Night, I Marveled At His Power To Hold Listeners In Rapt Attention. He Could Tell A Story With Such Detail, Such Flourish, That Afterwards A Man Could Swear It Had Been His Own Memory, And Not A Tale At All.

Some Novels Present A Story Form Many Points Of View. Most Movies Tell Only One Person's Side Of The Story. Sometime It's Easy To Use The Strongest Point Of View, Or Find The Character With The Most Dramatic Experience. It Depends On Which Themes The Scriptwriter Wants To Explore.