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Charles real world-not real life
nor routine duties. Anything that
he feels as q duty or obligation to
others inks him. annoys him. Any
thing except his work-that has to
be dealt with every day bores him.
When / married Charlie Chaplin
loved him with all the eagerness OF
young girl who wants love without
moving what it is. What are my
feelings now? Perhaps have none
about him-only memory. But a
woman never quite forgets a man
who was once her husband, whether
love had died or not.
UnJustIy Accused
closed the E4ok on the story Of
my life with Charlie Chaplin, and it
never would have been opened again
If this new trouble for him had not
happened.
think-and / believe the public
ought to believe--that it was in
evitable; that it was due to his tenn
pertinent, and that he has been un-
justly accused or criticised.
Away from Charlie, watching from
the side lines, l can see now what
was wrong with our marriage: what
will be wrong with any marriage
Charlie ever enters.
Happiness Impossible
Temperament and his deep inter
est in his work and in crea ting some
thing for the world. These are the
things that will keep him from hap
piness, and keep from happiness any
woman who tries to live with him.
am not blaming him. He is made
that way that is all.
no longer hate Charlie, any more
than ! love him. admire him as a
great Artist, even a genius. / can
see his pictures and enjoy them;
recognize and appreciate his gift for
bringing laughter.
Whatever his faults, no one can
say that he is not a great and origi-
nal artist, a genius.
But, he is the prey OF his own
moods, a tense, passionate, hungry
restless personality, torn between his
sense of right and his Impotence at
being bound by 50 much as a single
string. He wants love and comfort
and peace and happiness, and yet he
is driven away from just these things
Wy has OHA 0SNoSL1lAAS hOOAS oAAN
nature.
Neither Was to Blame
As ] read about my former hus.
band and try to analyze him. I can
see that neither of us was to
blane-or that both of us were.
Charlie Chaplin is made for no
one woman to call her own. He
belongs to the world, and the world,
In way, belongs to him.
III ever q woman holds Charlie,
she will have to be as much OF a
genius in her way as he is in his.
She will have 20 be a dozen
women in one. She will have to
demand nothing OF him, expect
nothing, give all, permit him to
come and go and do as he pleases
without explanation.
She must sit silently by when he
is in one of his black moods, and
fall in with his lively ones, SYM
pathize with him. praise and love
him and forget herself. Not many
of the great lovers OF the screen
have the keen mentality and indi.
viduality which add so much to
Charlie Chaplin's charm. He is a
strange combination OF sensualist
and intellectual, and with these two
qualities Is an extreme admt1ture
Of the spiritual. One of these traits
predonlinates in turn without kill
ing the others. But in him / have
seen each of all three in its fullest
import.
Can't Live Peacefully
have felt the closest companion.
ship with him and yet have often
been with him. only to feel him far
away from me, his mind and spirit
wandering restlessly in distant
places.
Charlie Chaplin cannot live peace.
fully. Either his heart or his mind
seems always to be boiling over.
You can understand what kind of
a husband such a man would make.
but suppose that is the way of
all geniuses.
They have the reputation of being
great lovers and bad husbands.
Charlie is a man who must live
his own life in his own way. and
unfortunately that way can never
fit in with Woman's conception
OF married life. Therein lies the
whole secret of Charlie Chaplin's
failure as husband.
Cannot Change Him
Nothing win ever change him.
He Is the one and only Charlie
Chaplin: q great man, q brilliant
man, but not man to marry. The
pathetic part about il is that al.
though many women have fallen
in, love with him and probably
many more will follow, Charlie
himself will never be able to re.
turn that love fully. When he
finds what he seeks. his objective,
and his mood change and what he
has is no longer what he wants.
You cannot. judge genius by the
same standards that you would
apply to the ordinary man. An un.
happy love affair in the life of the
average man is enough to throw
his whole being into confusion. An
artist will seem in despair, but he
Will turn to his work to forget. and
unlike the ordinary man, his work
does not suffer but becomes greater.
His Work Will Grow
Chaplin is big enough to over
come these affairs. His work will
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