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{{Byline|last=Morrow|first=Stephan|abstract=An experienced actor recounts his memories of working with Norman Mailer on the productions of ''Strawhead'' and ''Tough Guys Don’t Dance'', both directed by Norman Mailer.|url=https://prmlr.us/mr08morr}} | {{Byline|last=Morrow|first=Stephan|abstract=An experienced actor recounts his memories of working with Norman Mailer on the productions of ''Strawhead'' and ''Tough Guys Don’t Dance'', both directed by Norman Mailer.|url=https://prmlr.us/mr08morr}} | ||
<blockquote>''My black T-shirt feels painted onto me with sweat and my fingers are slippery inside the black leather motorcycle gloves as my chest heaves from the exertion, desperate for oxygen. I am going eighty mph on my Harley—and giving it to [[w:Marilyn Monroe|Marilyn]] at the same time. Her back is arched to get as much of me as she can and as she hits a peak, belts out, “Gee Rod, it’s like fireworks on the Fourth of July.” This is how it goes in my mind. Except this is no dream. I’m in a church. No. It’s not a church anymore. It’s been converted into a theater: [[w:The Actors Studio|The Actors Studio]]. And I have just finished performing in a scene from Norman {{NM}}’s play ''Strawhead'' about Marilyn Monroe.'' | <blockquote>''My black T-shirt feels painted onto me with sweat and my fingers are slippery inside the black leather motorcycle gloves as my chest heaves from the exertion, desperate for oxygen. I am going eighty mph on my Harley—and giving it to [[w:Marilyn Monroe|Marilyn]] at the same time. Her back is arched to get as much of me as she can and as she hits a peak, belts out, “Gee Rod, it’s like fireworks on the Fourth of July.” This is how it goes in my mind. Except this is no dream. I’m in a church. No. It’s not a church anymore. It’s been converted into a theater: [[w:The Actors Studio|The Actors Studio]]. And I have just finished performing in a scene from Norman {{NM}}’s play'' Strawhead ''about Marilyn Monroe.'' | ||
''There is a pause before the next scene begins, as if everyone, audience included, has to take a breather after what just unraveled before them. And into this gap rises a husky matron who, with a piercing voice, suddenly launches into a loud harangue: “You don’t know she did that. How dare you? What right have you to take such liberties? I was her first roommate in Hollywood. I was her best friend. You should be ashamed of yourself.”'' | ''There is a pause before the next scene begins, as if everyone, audience included, has to take a breather after what just unraveled before them. And into this gap rises a husky matron who, with a piercing voice, suddenly launches into a loud harangue: “You don’t know she did that. How dare you? What right have you to take such liberties? I was her first roommate in Hollywood. I was her best friend. You should be ashamed of yourself.”'' | ||