I envy good actors. Because they know how to immerse themselves.
Into playing their roles. They become the character. In a sense, they live the
part. They feel it. Almost as if it’s part of their souls. Their very being. Of
course, that could be dangerous, too. Losing one’s self. Getting too carried
away. So that it’s difficult coming back. To reality. That’s the way I imagine
a good actor. Flirting with danger. By living another being. But hey, it must
be a thrilling experience. Anyway, I’m probably best off. Not being a good
actor. I’ll settle for envy. --Jim Broede
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