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At Dublin’s Abbey Theater, poet-playwright Yeats was searching for a particular effect for a glorious sunset. He wanted realism and he coaxed the electricians to try harder with the colors and equipments at their disposal to come up with the effect he could approve. The technicians did all that they could and their experiments at one point elicited a cry of approval. ‘That’s it! Yeats cried stepping forward,’ Hold it, Hold it!’
‘We can’t hold it, sir’ came the stagehand’s apologetic voice,’ The theater is on fire.’
(Sir. Cedric Hardwicke-A Victorian in orbit/Methuen, London)
( posted in wordpress under Theatrical Types)

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Yeats as an old man returned to Dublin after wintering in Spain for his health. He brought with him a letter to Oliver St. John Gogarty, his doctor. He glanced it and the line ‘We have here an antique cardio-sclerotic of advanced age,’and he knew it was the death sentence. So Dr. Gogarty silently shoved into his pocket. The old poet rolled the words ‘cardio-sclerotic’ over and over his tongue. ‘Do you know Gogarty,’said he solemnly, ‘I’d rather be called cardio-sclerotic than Lord of Lower Egypt.’
Here we have the poet’s ear for words, the pure delight in the sound of words, which enabled him to take the sting out of death itself.
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In his manner to strangers he was courteous, stately and formal. At times he seemed remote behind a mask of exaggerated dignity. With people whom he liked and felt he understood he would unbend and become by turns eloquent and laughing. All that he did or said had an air of ceremony. He loved to quote Villiers de l’Isle-Adam’s proud taunt,’As for living our servants will do that for us,’ and he seemed to carry it into his daily life as though as an article of faith.
Rather than disturb a cat that had settled comfortably on his fur coat left in the green room of Abbey Theater he asked for a pair of scissors. The wardrobe mistress duly brought one and he cut away half of his new fur coat. After claiming the abbreviated coat the poet observed that cat was ,‘I believe in his magical sleep. It’d have been dangerous to wake him.’
On another occasion when attending to some business that demanded his name on several cheques he signed them all, ‘Yours Sincerely, W.B Yeats.’
benny

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