For a long time, I thought I would like to be a doctor. Such a good profession. So explicitly good. Never a waste of time.
A convention was drawn up on June 17, 1925, in which the principle of supervision, as opposed to that of simple propaganda, was recognized, thanks to the efforts of the labour members, of whom I was one.
I've kept my sanity in this business by trying out for a role and then going home and trying to forget about it.