I see Dickens as the forerunner to people like Chaplin and Woody Allen, really.
Hounded by the father of the surveillance state, J. Edgar Hoover, Chaplin gave up on America and retired to Switzerland.
Only the unloved hate,” Chaplin cried, “the unloved and the unnatural!
Suddenly taking off: Huckleberry, Dashiell, Scarlett, Atticus, Chaplin, Zane, McKinley, and Lincoln.
Like Marilyn Monroe after him, Chaplin felt imprisoned by his own creation as his audience refused to let him play anyone else.
Chaplin, cut to heart, avoided repetition of painful incident by bringing oration to early conclusion.
Perhaps Chaplin was the only man on the island who had any sympathy for him.
Chaplin had only looked, and had drawn them into the same Lobby as himself.
Chaplin leaned forward, addressing him, over the back of the seat.
Mr. Chaplin declares that missing the boat for England recently was the narrowest escape from death he has ever enjoyed.