Saturday, 2 January 2016


Well not mine, but Henry Jaglom's

t as close as the last century got to a Leonardo, curious about everything, knowledgeable about everything, full of anecdote and gossip and wisdom and humour and opinion. It is quite impossible not to see Welles as immensely likeable, which I believe he was. But I shall always remember my father, who worked with him several times, and who admired him hugely (placing him in a select fraternity that included Marcel Duchamps and Lloyd George), telling me that he could never have worked for him - although Welles asked - because although a genius, he was also a liar. The only problem was that one never knew what was the lie and what was the truth.

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