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One story tells us that President Roosevelt was impatient when Churchill first lived in the White House during World War II.
Max Reinhart, a great Austrian director and drama innovator, died in New York in 1943.
Here is an excerpt from the genius, a biographical memoir of his son, Goldfried Reinhart, to be published by Alfred a in September. Knopf.
Discussing an emergency announcement from the front, he himself suddenly entered the apartment of his newest ally, just as the latter came out of the hot tub naked, pink and steaming.
Roosevelt was very sorry for the immediate retreat of the underground order.
The words were quickly refuted by his guests.
He held his head high and said: "There is little to hide from first ministers Reinhart and strinburg, but they all have the urge to do so. ’.
His British majesty has nothing to hide from the president of the United States!
"The historic meeting between the leaders of the two arts fields is very different: in August, strinburg and Max Reinhart.
They also have little to hide from each other, but because of their own nature, they have the urge to do so every time.
Although they have never met before, they are also some kind of ally.
Strinburg's drama has injected fresh blood into Reinhart's drama reform.
The pioneer of strinburg, Reinhart, is the decisive factor in portraying the controversial gender war on the bourgeois map.
Their advisers believe that personal contact between them is critical to the future of the theater, as their advisers believe that meetings between the two great politicians are for the future of world affairs.
The problem of preparing this "sum mit" agreement is as subtle, if not more subtle, as English and American.
Who will pay the first phone call of the other party?
Where is the agreed date?
The principal's answer is clear: "Neither is there "; “nowhere”; “never.
For both the playwright and the translator, there is no inclination to a harmonious union of uneasy teachers in March.
There is no doubt that without a trip to Scandinavia at the German theater, their wishes will prevail.
Obviously, if stringburg avoids every performance of Reinhart, it would be an offense to Reinhart, just as it is unthinkable for Reinhart not to have a formal visit to the author in the city where he lives.
Needless to say, complex negotiations run counter to the thoughtful judgment of the two most relevant people --
The resulting results ease their predicament: strinburg will "by the way" at Leinhart's performance "--
Thus eliminating the need for background access
Reinhart will "by the way" on a Sunday to make an informal phone call to the stringburg apartment to respond to the compliment.
With the consent of both parties, the agreement of the day has been advanced far enough to provide hope for each victim, after all, some accidental obstacles may prevent their collision.
Strinburg walked into the theater sideways, crowded into the seats in the back row, and was ignored.
Now, the terrible afternoon came upon my father, dressed in a black funeral, carrying the right mien, climbing the stairs of a Swedish middle-class apartment, smelling the kitchen.
Every door he passes by exudes his own various smells, and through some ancient alchemy, these smells are fused with other smells, producing this single smell, recognize the frustrating mix of fried onions with rotten oil and wild vegetables stewed in the eternal stew with greasy meat, since he was a young bank clerk, he hated the smell, and when he was tired, hungry, and depressed, he would return to his parents, the crowded apartment in Mariahilferstrasse, Vienna, traveled five times to get there with a nasty smell and lost his (
Appetite in the process.
He will deliberately and successfully escape the scent for the rest of his life.
He will exchange hunger for cooking fun, gray for all the colors of the rainbow, and a monotonous apartment for luxury hotels and castles in exchange for boredom for charm and spiritual ascension.
But not for himself.
He will invite a world to share his happiness.
But on this Sunday afternoon, he returned to Mariah shifastla.
Upon landing at the top, he stopped and saw a polished brass nameplate on one of the doors, which read: "August, stringburg.
He stood for a long time, praying for the miracle of 11 hours, and in his heart he knew that the miracle would not come.
On the contrary, his hand was finally carried away by an impulse of due diligence.
There is no obvious or audible response to its fine jingle.
He waited another ten seconds . . . . . . Twenty . . . . . . Forty . . . . . . I watched it for a whole minute and a half . . . . . . Two minutes.
His situation is deteriorating.
After taking the courage at this point, he was determined to attend the heated meeting. He rang gain. Louder. Protestingly.
There is still no reaction inside.
He started smoking.
But he had nothing to vent, and he decided to follow him --
When a little sqa-weak that barely exists stops him. He listened.
There it was close again, but very discreet, as if 2 feet of the people were moving on the old floor.
He held his breath and looked down, flashing a trace of light from under the twisted old door, and saw the suggestive shadow of the two shoe tips.
All of a sudden one of them moved and the movement was accompanied by the same guilty sqa-weak.
My father leaned in curiously and was now sure he could hear his breath.
Restricted, barely heard, can only be perceived by the soul of understanding.
The invisible obstacles that separate him from his afternoon theoretical host may protect but cannot be hidden, panic, possum-like deception and trembling neurasthenia that go through the door like an X-ray.
My father's anger is gone.
In its position, an exciting feeling of gaining the upper hand was raised, which prompted him to pull the bell again and frantically enjoy the sound of the choking breath it gave.
But that's all it's done.
He was satisfied, savoring every second, turning tipto down the stairs with his toes, stopping from time to look back to make sure the status quo did not change.
When the balance of power was suddenly broken, he hardly reached the landing site.
The creaking of the door opening stopped him on his track, and as he shook, he was caught by a ray of light from the top.
He heard the shuffling footsteps, blinking his eyes, and was now able to identify a pair of eyes focused on him from the top of the railing.
Neither party has any signs of action or recognition, and nothing but an uncertain conflict of eyes.
So Sweden's great national playwright and the world's most important director took each other's steps in silence until his curiosity was clearly satisfied, and the former suddenly retreated and ended the meeting.
The axis of light disappeared as the door's Reinhart depicted the controversial war of the sexes on the bourgeois map.
A bang behind him.
Only after my father heard the sound of the chain falling in place did he restore his blood, and his footsteps have restored their confidence, because miracles often appear in his life, even if despair, it happened after all.
As he walked through the door, his entourage, who was always present, waited dutifully on the sidewalk, looking forward to this important detail, if strange, a brief encounter.
He remained calm, however.
If he satisfies their curiosity with the same evil smile I saw shortly before his death, he describes these unimportant things to me, I think it would be wise for them not to put pressure on him.
He admitted to me that it took him nearly 30 years to overcome the awkward pain, enough to talk "freely" about his first --and last —
Meeting with Strindberg on August.
Reprinted with Alfred A's permission. Knopf, Inc.
Max Reinhardt, shortly after encountering the StrindbergA version of this file, appeared in the headline printed on July 29, 1979 in the New York version of The D6: when leenhart and strinburg were similar.