The innocent are guilty, the guilty are beyond hope, everything’s on its head, it’s a Twelfth Night of late-capitalist contradiction…

Well, that was certainly - to me, until we could film in Charles&#39; room, I didn&#39;t even want to bother filming anything else. And in fact, I did hold off and that was the first thing we filmed.

In the morning he was lying dead on one of the beds fully clothed. He was dead. I got the impression he wanted to go, and I must have killed him. I can&#39;t remember strangling him. I just sat there shocked.

You want a friend in Washington? Get a dog.

Written By Harry S Truman

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