The Constant Nymph. Playwright Basil Dean had the help of Margaret Kennedy herself in adapting her remarkable novel but the play came out as an episode, never a legend. The footlights, scenery, players and theatre talk, excellent though they are, bury temperaments in personalities. Irony becomes friction. The one character reproduced adequately is old Sanger, who never comes on stage.
As in the book, his presence broods over the opening scene. A vast, shaggy, Rabelaisian music master, he has fled England and wandered through Europe...
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