She was the greatest of them all. You wouldn’t know, you’re too young. In one week she received 17,000 fan letters. Men bribed her hairdresser to get a lock of her hair. There was a maharajah who came all the way from India to beg one of her silk stockings. Later he strangled himself with it!
And that’s the point, that we all have stories. The hopes and dreams of the common man are as noble as those of any king. It’s the stuff of life, why shouldn’t it be the stuff of theater? Goddamnit, why should that be a hard pill to swallow? Don’t call it new theater, Charlie; call it real theater. Call it our theater. -Barton Fink.