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FILM
Dying is an art ...
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
Those are the opening words of the movie Sylvia, spoken over a tight close-up on an unblinking eye in a woman's face. She is prone. She might be dead. She might be anyone -- you can't identify her. But the words are from "Lady Lazarus," a monologue written by Sylvia...
Sylvia and Ted, a Potboiler
By DIANE MIDDLEBROOKDying is an art ...
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
Those are the opening words of the movie Sylvia, spoken over a tight close-up on an unblinking eye in a woman's face. She is prone. She might be dead. She might be anyone -- you can't identify her. But the words are from "Lady Lazarus," a monologue written by Sylvia...
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