Laurence Olivier talks about life, acting and Vivien Leigh
The appointment is for 3 o'clock. Exactly two minutes after the hour a white Bentley wheels around the corner of an elegant block of town houses in London's Chelsea district. The two men inside wave encouragement at the reporter vainly ringing the bell at the first house in the row. While his chauffeur is unlocking the door, the passenger, who is also the owner of the house, murmurs apologies. "My dear fellow, I'm so sorry. Were you waiting long? I was having lunch with my...
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