Actorviews (1923)

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66 Actorviews he says with a startled grin. “I really hadn’t. I don’t seem to be the same fellow. Perhaps I’m not. It’s very much like a dream — or a part you’ve once played — or something like that.” “Who are you when you’re playing a big part? — playing Peter, say?” “Oh, I' suppose I’m a bit of Peter Ibbetson and a bit of Jack Barrymore. At least, I never utterly forget Jack Barrymore — or things he’s thought or done — or had done to him. It’s a curious mental state. I never can understand the actors who say they lose themselves completely in a part. I don’t know what they are talking about. Yet ” “Yet what?” “Yet there’s a double identity that’s very real — to me — and, somehow, never quite the same. I mean the details are not always the same. I’ll try to explain : “I leave my dressing room to make Peter’s first entrance. I am Jack Barrymore — Jack Barrymore smoking a cigaret. But before I make the entrance I have thrown away the cigaret and become more Ibbetson than Barrymore. By the time I’m visible to the audience I am Ibbetson, quite. “That is, you see — I hope to make this clear — on my way to the entrance I have passed imaginary flunkies and given up my hat and coat. Peter would have had a hat and coat — naturally; and would have given them up. And he’s a timid fellow. He gives up his imaginary hat and coat to these imaginary flunkies just as I, Jack Barrymore — and very timid then — once gave up my hat and coat to flunkies at a great ball given by Mrs. Astor.” “Do you always ?” “No,” he interrupts. “Of course I don’t always make Peter’s entrance with the memory of a bashful