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PARADOXES COMPARED

summary Diderot:
1) the emotion does not repeat a command, it is impossible to hear with the same intensity;
2) we must study and reflect the expression of the actor to enter into a system established;
3) the emotion is formed in an artistic representation through a process that is not comparable to what it regards episodes of natural life;
4) the plaintiff in full possession of his means is a mature actor, and not that young;
5) the findings of fact on the control of the actors show the need for blood or cold or the substantial lack emotion;
6) is concluded with the recitation of the evidence and the replicas, ie when the original enthusiasm has passed
7) paralyzes the thrill: you can not do two things at once, for example, be moved and retain their critical sense.

"When have begun to devote to the theater? ". So. I do not know.

Or rather, I do not remember a peridodo where I did not want to do this or else.

But wanting to always start with the debut on the stage I would say thirteen years ago. A huge amount to think about it. Thirteen years in the morning I wake up and for better or worse job of the day for the theater. I'm just dead. There is no remedy now. There 's been. the eleven of eighteen as a joke (so to speak), then eighteen to twenty-one to learn (by cutting ties with the living, holy God) and from twenty to twenty-two for a living (I exaggerate a bit'...). And so this constant churning, insecure, uncertain, full of energy, love, racing and sweat, still continues. It is paradoxical, if you will, that is food as I go along. An open challenge. A beast ready to bite again.

The paradox on the actor "appeared in 1830, and to see her in a way, shows you there's nothing new under the sun for a long time. The paradox is that the actor has to move the feelings of others. His, however, must remain polished, tested, analyzed, put a brake on, ready for the entertainment of others, not for her. So, assuming good idea, for thirteen years, I could say I tried a setting in order of my life as a workbench to keep clean so as not to mess at the time of the action.

But is it really so tidy? And above all: it is right that it is?

Maybe. Although, let's face it, want a life in order is an absurd claim. Because life has shown me that you can not rein in any way. But the fun for me, contrary to what he writes Diderot, there is. Or at least from now on I want you to be there. Think this job without fun it would be a tragedy. Understand it was not easy. A real paradox.