Answer: would cut off my waist-length hair to portray Edmund Tyrone in an adaptation of "Long Day's Journey Into Night."
I am no actress; I am terrible at pretending. But I could deliver lines like these purely from personal experience:
"...[F]or a moment I lost myself -- actually lost my life. I was set free! I dissolved in the sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and rhythm, became moonlight and the ship and the high dim-starred sky! I belonged, without past or future, within peace and unity and a wild joy, within something greater than my own life, or the life of Man, to Life itself!..[T]he peace, the end of the quest, the last harbor, the joy of belonging to a fulfillment beyond men's lousy, pitiful, greedy fears and hopes and dreams!...Like a saint's vision of beatitude. Like a veil of things as they seem drawn back by an unseen hand. For a second you see -- and seeing the secret, are the secret. For a second there is meaning! Then the hand lets the veil fall and you are alone, lost in the fog again, and you stumble on toward nowhere, for no good reason!"
“It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a seagull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must be a little in love with death!”
"Stammering is the native eloquence of us fog people."
I could never compare, though, to Dean Stockwell's Edmund in the 1962 Sidney Lumet film co-starring Katharine Hepburn as his mother and his foil.
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