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He thinks a Hollywood
marriage between two professionals is doomed
to failure if ever the wife achieves a greater success than her
husband.
His complexion is pale, his hair thinning.
He has brooding eyes.
His name is Charles Boyer.
Until three or four years ago, he disliked caviar and thought
it an affectation to eat it. He has no objection to actors, per
se.
He is innately suspicious and distrusts anything with which he
is not thoroughly familiar.
None of his people has been in the theater.
He thinks Paris the most beautiful city in the world. He
likes to sit around the house in robe and slippers. He does not
like Mexican food.
He is a graduate of the Sorbonne University, Paris. Life
has been very kind to him, and success has come easily. He
is addicted to sport clothes and thinks the world is headed for
another great war. continue
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