I Know I Am At The End.

I've Put In As Many As 40 Weeks A Year On Stage. It Is Lonely And Restricted, As All Artistic Life Must Necessarily Be.

I Do Not Regret One Moment Of My Life.

A Complete Transformation Seemed To Have Place In My Life Overnight. It Was Quite Staggering, And Thenceforward Visitors And Invitations Continued To Pour In Daily Until They Became A Source Of Grievance To Our Landlady, Who Was Obliged To Engage An Extra Servant To Respond To The Battering Of Powdered Footmen On Her Humble And Somewhat Flimsy Door.

It's The First Time I've Seen Myself Act, And I Can't Say I'm Impressed.

I Know I Am At The End. I Shall Never Get Better, Dear.