I had no books at home. I started to frequent a public library in Lisbon. It was there with no help except curiosity and the will to learn that my taste for reading developed and was refined.
With the help of a friend I got father into a wagon when the crowd had gone. I held his head in my lap during the ride home. I believed he was mortally wounded. He had been stabbed down through the kidneys leaving an ugly wound.
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It's simple: You get a part. You play a part. You play it well. You do your work and you go home. And what is wonderful about movies is that once they're done they belong to the people. Once you make it it's what they see. That's where my head is at.
