After celebrating his 73rd birthday at a salmon-fishing retreat in Ireland, Charlie Chaplin went home last week to the quiet north shore of Lake Geneva, whereboth inwardly and outwardlyhe has mellowed and found peace of mind. The great comedian stoops a bit. His hair is flashing white.
His pocketcomb mustache is, of course, long since gone. But his eyes have the same wistful sparkle they showed when he was eating the shoe in The Gold Rush; his life seems to be about half over, no more.
But he is not the same old Charlie...
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