"You thought I loved Rebecca? You thought that? I hated her. Oh, I was carried away by her - enchanted by her, as everyone was - and when I was married, I was told I was the luckiest man in the world. She was so lovely, so accomplished, so amusing. 'She's got the three things that really matter in a wife,' everyone said, 'breeding, brains and beauty.' And I believed them completely. But I never had a moment's happiness with her. She was incapable of love, or tenderness, or decency." |
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From "On
Acting, " Olivier's words...
"The story goes that David Selznick was reading Daphne Du Maurier's Rebecca
in bed.
When the descriptoon of Max DeWinter's face came along -- 'Arresting, sensitive
and mediaeval in some
strange, inexplicable way...' -- he wrote my name in the margin."