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LUCILLE FLETCHER
■ Genius or illusionist? The secret of this youth's universal fascination lies in the incredible story of romance he has lived
YOU can't be in a room with him two minutes without realizing that he is one of the most fascinating people you have ever met.
Faces turn naturally to him when he talks. He's a dynamo in red silk pajamas, tall, broad-shouldered, bigboned, with a complexion as fresh as a baby's, and a brown beard that gives him an air of strange wisdom. His eyes are brown and fawn-like, and when he laughs, as he does often, they wrinkle at the corners. He talks rapidly in a deep resonant voice.
"I had a dream last night — " he thunders through the room. "I dreamed I saw the world's soundeffects. They were written on parchment— and halfway down the page there were some illuminated words — 'One Thunderbolt, 30 secdnds!' "
He lives in an apartment he designed himself, with ceilings fifty feet high and a living-room so big you could have a snowstorm in one end and a rainstorm in the other. He sleeps on a bed that belonged to Louis the Sixteenth with chairs that belonged to Danton, who had Louis beheaded. His bedroom is ap
proached by a red brick alley on which are pasted enormous posters advertising ancient performances of "East Lynn" and "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde." Exotic tropical trees, twenty feet high, grow in tubs all over the house. Old-time hitching posts, iron horses with rings through their noses, form the balustrade of his staircase.
"When he has nothing better to do, he climbs a ladder and works on the gigantic murals which decorate his walls. Everything in his house is built on a gargantuan scale — massive henna sofas, big enough for a giant to sprawl upon — great, clump like chairs. Everything, that is, except his wife, who is small and frail as a thrush, and his baby girl, Christopher, who is the only one in the world who can pull his beard and get away with it.
Orson Welles is a giant — a giant in ideas and inspiration. Only a giant could achieve what he has done in nine years. For Orson Welles is less than twenty-five years old. And yet behind him are the things most men dream of all their lives. In a few years he has con
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