Arthur Stringer

Arthur Stringer

The Juggler (1921)

Summary

Portrait of Arthur Stringer Arthur Stringer,  The Juggler (1921)

“ So his immediate object in life was not so much to discover the fairy on the threshold as to keep the wolf from the door itself. Yet he nursed the entirely romantic delusion that Fame was something on which one might stub ones toe in the dark. Success was a sort of accident, the same as finding a dime on the street-curb; you went to bed a plodding juggler of a dozen or two wooden puppets, and you woke up the Greatest Dramatist of the Age.
For Spindel's ambition, even when he came, a raw youth, from the middle west, was not merely to be an actor.
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Portrait of Arthur Stringer Arthur Stringer,  The Juggler (1921)

“ He recrossed the room to the sagging spring couch, remembering to cover himself with the worn comforter, as he lay down on the soiled bedding. He closed his eyes. He only knew that he was tired, very tired. Then he fell asleep.
Spindel, who often dreamed that fame was going to be left at his door like a bottle of milk, woke up to find his wife there at midnight, crying like a frightened child.
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Portrait of Arthur Stringer Arthur Stringer,  The Juggler (1921)

“ And here he was with seven fine plays all about him, seven plays of his own. None of them could be all bad; even those human sheep known as managers confessed that one had a good scene here, and another had a good curtain there, and a third a good idea somewhere else. But none had quite floated him out to the sea of prosperity. Then, demanded Spindel of himself, why not lash the lot together? Why not tied them up in one raft, cut away what was not needed, and let that one final venture swing out to sink or swim? ”
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