This isn’t your father’s bedtime story. Not even Andersen got her right. He said snow queen, but that would not be her natural disaster of choice. A windstorm or an interstellar void, perhaps, or she’d find a new plague to call down. Something with butterflies, this time. Something with some colour to it. All this drab modern metal, she’d say; what you need is a good old flood and an ark full of birds. Rain for forty days and nights, and wait for the flowers to grow back. They always do.
RONALD COLMAN. Hollywood’s man of mystery. His best friends are Richard Barthelmess and William Powell. He is separated from his wife, Thelma Ray. He only works half a year, and takes a vacation the other half. His next will be “The Unholy Garden”. – Screenland (1930)
“Njegove usne lebdele su nad mojjim i uhvatih sebe kako nisam sposobna da razmišljam ni o čemu drugom, sem o tome kako bi to izgledalo da svoje usne prisloni na moje. O dodiru njegovih usana i njegovom jeziku.”