This blog is either the result of an early onset of senile dementia, or the proof that I'm still an adolescent ....
"[I was] swept away by Professor [Ernest] Jones’s contention that Iago was subconsciously in love with Othello and had to destroy him. Unfortunately there was not the slightest chance that Ralph [Richardson, playing Othello,] would entertain this idea. I was, however, determined. […] In a reckless moment during rehearsals I threw my arms round Ralph and kissed him full on the lips. He coolly disengaged himself from my embrace, patted me gently on the back of the neck and, more in sorrow than in anger, murmured, ‘There, there now, dear boy; good boy.’"
"It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced - or seemed to face - the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey."