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"take this round to 152, hertford street, francis, and if mr. campbell is out of town, get his address."
"no, she will never come to life. she has played her last part. but you must think of that lonely death in the tawdry dressing-room simply as a strange lurid fragment from some jacobean tragedy, as a wonderful scene from webster, or ford, or cyril tourneur. the girl never really lived, and so she has never really died. to you at least she was always a dream, a phantom that flitted through shakespeares plays and left them lovelier for its presence, a reed through which shakespeares music sounded richer and more full of joy. the moment she touched actual life, she marred it, and it marred her, and so she passed away. mourn for ophelia, if you like. put ashes on your head because cordelia was strangled. cry out against heaven because the daughter of brabantio died. but dont waste your tears over sibyl vane. she was less real than they are."
diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.