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Garbo Talks At Last.'
A changed Garbo returned to America this time — a laughing gill who willingly answered Photoplay reporter's questions. Why?
'AM very happy lo be back in America again," Garbo said to me. "Now I have a few friends. I should be able to 'spend my hours of freedom with (hem. We have things in common, our conversations are personal and friendly."
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Garbo talked for me on the train that was bearing her to Hollywood. For the first time in years she talked frankly and unabashedly. I had boarded that train hardly daring to hope that she would talk. At first she refused to see me; then at San Bernardino she granted an interview that lasted twenty minutes — the longest exclusive interview she has given in the last few years.
"I really want to find as much solitude as I can." she said. "I do not know why I should talk to people I do not know, but I am beginning to learn that it is necessary.
"It has been almost a year now since I left Hollywood. I want to work and work hard. So much time is lost in idle talk. All my life is before me. There will be time to converse with people. There is much time ahead.
"The studio has told me that I am to do Camille, but Camille was such a tragic figure."
She shuddered slightly and fell into a reverie. Finally she spoke again. "They say I am difficult to talk to. Ah, if you knew how hard I've tried! Crowds are humiliating and newspapermen usually come with crowds. Sometimes I become upset. When I arrive at a railway station and crowds force in around me I want to run. I want to find space to breathe.
"I do not want to be ungracious, though" — she fluttered her hands in a gesture of futility — "but I do not want to talk to people I do not know. It means nothing. Crowds stifle me, confuse me."
I then asked Miss Garbo if she expected to remain in America, make a home here, and become a part of the New World.
The smouldering fire in her eyes blazed and she seemed eager to entertain the thought and make a direct reply, but the habit of years held her back. She shrugged. "I cannot say how long I will stay — a year, perhaps longer. I love it here, but I love Sweden, too. It is hard to say."
She admitted that she had recently purchased a tract of land in Beverly Hills, not far from the homes of many other well-known film stars.
Then, smiling, she commented on the report that she was bringing a Swedish castle here to be rebuilt stone by stone. "That is very interesting." -he -aid. "M-m-m-m, 1 should like to have a castle, but it would be very difficult.
"Imagine all the little packages I would have to carry over by boat before I could put my castle together!" Greta threw back her head and chuckled, as if enjoying her own jo
And -.o Garbo has broken her silence. The long silence of lonely, bewildered years. True. if any other woman had -aid these same things they would not be very startling. Hut coming from the Sphinx vi the -< reen, the woman who for years rim led reporters even when she had to .ion wigs to doit they are more than startling. For they prove that she has definitely changed, thai she has hM't behind her the dim. isolated figure of legend and become warm and human.