Monday, September 11, 2006

Lillian Gish


A man in his 90s, maybe his 100s, walked into a bookstore. I was there too. He was talking as he did things, for instance as he stuffed a piece of paper in his back pocket he said, “put that there . . .” Then he started looking at a book of Hollywood portraits and as he thumbed through it he said, “Lillian Gish, Lillian Gish. That’s the problem with these critics, they’re so damn young they don’t know the great movie stars. Lillian Gish.”

3 comments:

Kathie Sever said...

i don't remember anything about you owing me any money. (and i wonder why i'm not turning a profit?) anyway, please consider any debt you may have incurred null and void as, in trade, i've gotten oodles (oodles, i say!) of pleasure from the small reconnection that transpired lo, a year ago this weekend, i believe! and i didn't hack your blog. scouts honor. it just knows a good thing when it sees it, i'm guessin'.

Anonymous said...

Lillian Gish! Her younger sister was a good friend of my grandmother's!

zuleikagregory said...

I came across you blog looking for a picture of a Wolf Hound! I love Lillian Gish's picture, I wish I'd met that old man. Haven't seen her films though.