Before her there were others who stole my heart. Some may eschew my choices because there's not a Katharine Hepburn or Bette Davis or Barbara Stanwyck or Meryl Streep among them. Au contraire says I. A superb acting talent does not alone a favorite actress make. I am most impressed by multi-talented actresses (and actors) and would sing their praises any time but a favorite is someone who appeals to me through my senses and I am not always able to explain the appeal, although surely it owes a certain something to passion.
I fell from Grace in 1956 when she left Hollywood for Monaco and from then until 1960 I was barren. Maybe that’s why I engaged in some of those pesky teenage things.
I was mad about her looks, marveled at her carriage, her countenance, her deportment. And the voice... that French accent, almost a drawl, set my senses on fire. Her long neck brought to mind a swan. She seemed unattainable, a little haughty perhaps, somewhat languorous. Whatever magic she held for me, she was a celluloid goddess and I was over the moon.
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