Edwin Booth

It was an old-fashioned apartment, occupying one floor of what had once been a handsome dwelling.

of the tall chimney type common in new york all around the square were the homes of notable persons and clubs frequented by famous men grandmother was to point these out in the morning but this evening before dinner was served while she and mary alice were standing in the window of her charming drawing-room she showed which was the players and indicated the windows of the room where edwin booth died It seemed that she had known Edwin Booth quite well when she was a girl, and had some beautiful stories of his kindness and his shyness to tell.

Mary Alice was surprised and delighted, and she looked over at the windows with eager shining eyes.

"'He must have been wonderful to know,' she said.

It will rather fill his mind with that divine discontent that cheerfully accepts the best merely as a temporary substitute for something better.

the man who is seeking ever to do his best is the man who is keen active wide-awake and aggressive he is ever watchful of himself in trifles his standard is not what will the world say but is it worthy of me Edwin Booth, one of the greatest actors on the American stage, would never permit himself to assume an ungraceful attitude, even in his hours of privacy.

In this simple thing he ever lived his best.

On the stage every move was one of unconscious grace.

You talk about in, I think it was Hamlet or one of those plays that you mentioned where he just exhausted himself night after night and they questioned how long he could do it.

But partly he was determined to show up Edwin Booth, which I think is kind of hilarious.

Booth did what, 100 performances and he was going to do 101 just to show

him.

And they start to talk about collecting theater, and Kilby sort of suggests he really maybe shouldn't do it, that there's so many dramatic libraries out there that are really good that you would have to spend a lifetime, really, uh, and, and incredible resources to build up a really good dramatic library, and it's really not worth it.

"If you wanna go into this, you should focus in on something more specific like the Booth brothers.

If you can look at Edwin Booth or, uh, his father, Junius Brutus Booth or the famous John Wilkes Booth who assassinated Lincoln, like, there's still a lot of really good material on the market.

You could specialize that way." And Houdini says, "Well, yeah, I can do that, and I will.

I'm, uh... thank you for that feedback.

You can't possibly build a big theater collection.

But you could really focus in on something specific like Edwin Booth or the Booth family.

There's still really good material out there.

But Houdini's like, great, I'll think about that.

And then I also had a fascinating fixation with old-timey famous actors like Orson Welles and Jimmy Stewart.

I also know a lot about Edwin Booth, brother of John Wilkes Booth.

I was going to say, there's only one Booth.

He's technically, yeah, Edwin Booth.

Not his fucking right wing anarchist fucking asshole brother.

Because Edwin Booth is still historically considered to be possibly the greatest Shakespearean actor who's ever lived.

Whoa, really? No wonder his brother turned out to be a killer.

Yeah,

I have just finished reading Macbeth.

I have seen Edwin Booth play Hamlet.

My mother has read aloud to me King Richard III and many others of these plays.

I am also very fond of history.

It will rather fill his mind with that divine discontent that cheerfully accepts the best merely as a temporary substitute for something better.

the man who is seeking ever to do his best is the man who is keen active wide-awake and aggressive he is ever watchful of himself in trifles his standard is not what will the world say but is it worthy of me Edwin Booth, one of the greatest actors on the American stage, would never permit himself to assume an ungraceful attitude, even in his hours of privacy.

In this simple thing he ever lived his best.

On the stage every move was one of unconscious grace.