you say that your body can't take more, and the stage is your only stimulant;
you say that you don't want to sleep, let alone think.
John, at that time, you were so worrying.
You are drunk all the time, you hang out in theatres and brothels, and you mock your noble and elegant wife as a mother monkey smug about her splendid cage.
The more you know the debauchery of this era more deeply, the more you destroy yourself and make yourself more unsightly than that era. Only then will you feel that this healthy body is not wasted, and that life has no meaning.
At this time, you let me understand what is the most helpless despair. That you who was drinking at the door, so decadent and painful, the huge sadness spread beyond the screen, I actually wanted to cry for you.
You have time, you have leisure to compete with the world, who is more shameless, who is more jerk, who is more lewd and cruel. However, you are only a mortal body after all. You can't turn the times around, and you can't resist the jokes of fate. The devastation of syphilis makes you a seemingly ridiculous living corpse. You died in your 30s, but maybe it was your good fight. wishful thinking.
Depp, you said that every character you play will have elements similar to yourself. Is this Lord Rochester's loneliness something you've been clinging to all these years in Hollywood?
I always thought you were a genius, maybe it was because you had the power to move people. You have the ability to make the audience give their hearts to you and lead you to experience a life of ups and downs.
so, can I love you more.
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