Francis Wilson's Life of Himself

Francis Wilson's Life of Himself

Francis Wilson's Life of Himself

Francis Wilson's Life of Himself

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I DO not know how I came by my love of the theater, my desire to play on the stage and become a professional actor. None of my people before me were so minded. Quite the contrary, in fact. I had a near relative who, when success was assured, supposed I would continue to prosper, but who could not, he regretted to say, wish me success because the "thing" I was doing (adding a little to the general sum of cheerfulness and, incidentally, relieving him of the burden of family support) was so wholly against his religious scruples.

That was a point of view, of prejudice, with which I could not sympathize. It made me laugh, even to his beard, as, with foreboding shake of the head, he predicted direful results.

With the deference due older persons, I listened with what gravity I could to one, as it seemed to me, whose mental train was being run on a decidedly narrowgauged track. While he never understood nor quite forgave my continued success, he was consistent enough not to question Infinite Wisdom in permitting it.

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