Sir Laurence Olivier:
[reciting while images of Marilyn play]
You do look, my son, in a moved sort, as if you were dismayed. Be cheerful, sir. Our revels new are ended. We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
Colin Clark:
Prospero.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:50