Francis Wyndham writes about his grandmother, Ada Leverson
My grandmother Ada Leverson imagined that the height of bliss would be to sit in a theatre listening to her own dialogue spoken by ‘real live actors’, and much of her life was spent in trying to finish a play. It was always the same play, but as time drew level with her inspiration and threatened to leave it behind, the characters and dialogue had every so often to be brought up to date by radical alteration before the final curtain was reached. Three separate versions survive: they may be seen to correspond with adequate fidelity to the three main ‘acts’ in the drama of her life. The name of her play was The Triflers.
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Vol. 4 No. 14 · 5 August 1982 » Francis Wyndham » Francis Wyndham writes about his grandmother, Ada Leverson
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