I'd years ago read and reread the standard 12 or 14 George Orwell essays in the mainstream canon, but lately I've been digging into some of his off-the-path essays and reviews. A brief 1940 write-up of a London performance of The Tempest begins, "If there is really such a thing as turning in one's grave, Shakespeare must get a lot of exercise." He has a lot to say about Henry Miller, whom I've never read, so I've added him to my list.
Oh, and yesterday I watched a silly thing called Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House. It was like a substanceless 1950s sit-com. I don't think I've ever seen a Cary Grant movie with any kind of depth.
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