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The Real Thing is a play written by British playwright Tom Stoppard in 1982. The play centers around the character of Henry, a playwright who is struggling to come to terms with the nature of love and relationships.
At the start of the play, Henry is married to Charlotte, an actress. However, their marriage is troubled, and Charlotte is having an affair with Max, a member of Henry's theater company. The play explores the complexities of love and relationships, and raises questions about whether true love can ever truly be achieved.
One of the central themes of The Real Thing is the idea of authenticity and the ways in which people present themselves to others. Throughout the play, the characters are shown to be constantly trying to present a certain image or persona to the world, whether it be through their work or their relationships. This theme is particularly evident in the character of Charlotte, who is shown to be deeply unhappy with the role she is expected to play in her marriage to Henry.
Another important theme in The Real Thing is the idea of loyalty and trust. The play explores the ways in which trust can be broken and rebuilt, and the importance of being honest with oneself and others. This theme is particularly evident in the character of Max, who is initially portrayed as a dishonest and untrustworthy person, but eventually learns to be more honest and open with those around him.
The Real Thing is a thought-provoking and deeply moving play that explores the complexities of love and relationships in a way that is both honest and compelling. It is a testament to the talent of Tom Stoppard, and is sure to leave audiences thinking long after the curtain has closed.
The Real Thing (TV Series 1980)
These things were true, but it was not less true I may confess it now--whether because the aspiration was to lead to everything or to nothing I leave the reader to guess , that I couldn't get the honours, to say nothing of the emoluments, of a great painter of portraits out of my head. Monarch, with her eyes on the floor. While the artist works, the dejected Monarchs begin cleaning the studio. She went through her paces before him, walked up and down as Mrs. I judged, rightly, that in their awkward situation their close union was their main comfort and that this union had no weak spot. Well, they are society people, as he is, but society people who have lost their money and desperately need work. Monarch it was in addition to the chance of being wanted , simply because he had nothing else to do.
We were discussing it when the door opened and Miss Churm came in with a wet umbrella. The case was worse with the Major--nothing I could do would keep HIM down, so that he became useful only for the representation of brawny giants. As the eye moves upward from the fair-skinned body, which the camera has tenderly modeled and whose pubic and underarm hair it has recorded with a kind of reticent conscientiousness , to the blacked-out face, it recoils as if before a scene of rape. I was not easy in mind, and I postponed, a little timidly perhaps, the solution of the question. I tried to find other employment for them—I introduced them to several artists.
The Real Thing by Henry James This etext was scanned by David Price, email ccx074 coventry. Though he agrees to let them stay on as servants, he becomes too perturbed by the situation to let them continue. The encounter was not on their part, for they noticed her no more than if she had been the housemaid; not from intentional loftiness, but simply because, as yet, professionally, they didn't know how to fraternise, as I could guess that they would have liked--or at least that the Major would. Henry James was greatly influenced by many leading writers of the literary movement known as Realism. They pathetically offer themselves as domestic servants. She was not a person to conceal her scepticism if she had had a chance to show it. My visitors stood and looked at it, and I was friendly to them over my shoulder.
There were moments when, frankly, it WAS a comfort to have the real thing under one's hand; for there were characters in "Rutland Ramsay" that were very much like it. I think he wondered extremely, during the term of our intercourse, whom the deuce I DID know. This reflected a wish that James, who struggled with the fact that his readership was so limited in his lifetime, had for himself. They looked so well everywhere; they gratified the general relish for stature, complexion and "form. Monarch, and they explain that they have lost their money and are now struggling to stay afloat.
They liked to lay hands on my property, to break the sitting, and sometimes the china—I made them feel Bohemian. They bustled about together and got out the cups and saucers and made the kettle boil. Their acquaintance with him was clearly very slight. Miss Churm had to take the omnibus to Maida Vale and then walk half-a-mile. It was only then that I understood the service Claude Rivet had rendered me; he had told them that I worked in black and white, for magazines, for story-books, for sketches of contemporary life, and consequently had frequent employment for models.
Before I finished I said to myself: "The fellow's a bankrupt orange-monger, but he's a treasure. They bustled about together and got out the cups and saucers and made the kettle boil. Eventually, through an ambiguous conversation, the reader learns that the couple has visited the artist in hopes that he will sketch them as models. It was uncultivated, instinctive; a part of the happy instinct which had guided him to my door and helped him to spell out my name on the card nailed to it. I was not obliged to answer these remarks--I was only obliged to place my sitters. Their address was humble I remember afterwards thinking it had been the only thing about them that was really professional , and I could fancy the lamentable lodgings in which the Major would have been left alone.
It was indeed quite possible to arrange him, for the figure, so that it would have been difficult to detect his age. She was a meagre little Miss Churm, but she was an ample heroine of romance. After all they were amateurs, and the ruling passion of my life was the detestation of the amateur. By this time I had got a certain start with "Rutland Ramsay," the first novel in the great projected series; that is I had produced a dozen drawings, several with the help of the Major and his wife, and I had sent them in for approval. I wished the two figures to "compose" together, intensely, and my little Italian had entered perfectly into my conception. There, immediately, was a complication of a kind that I never had to fear with Miss Churm. I frankly explained to my visitors how the case stood; but they had taken more precautions than I supposed.
I hurled myself in despair upon Miss Churm, I put her through all her paces. Her husband also rose; he stood looking at me with a dim wistfulness that was touching in so fine a man. I had not then visited his country, nor was I proficient in his tongue; but as he was not so meanly constituted—what Italian is? Whenever Miss Churm arrived they went away, and after I was fairly launched in "Rutland Ramsay" Miss Churm arrived pretty often. He further mentioned that they didn't know many artists and that they had gone first, on the off-chance he painted views of course, but sometimes put in figures—perhaps I remembered , to Mr. It was certainly amusing at first to do the real thing--it was amusing to do Major Monarch's trousers. A studio was a place to learn to see, and how could you see through a pair of feather beds? They would reverse the parts--the others would sit for the ladies and gentlemen, and THEY would do the work.
Secretaryship and that sort of thing? The scratches over the face are done with fast, free diagonal strokes that seem to be charged with the energy of the dance the woman is about to break into. There was something about them that represented credit--their clothes, their manners, their type; but if credit is a large empty pocket in which an occasional chink reverberates, the chink at least must be audible. The couple had an indefinable air of prosperous thrift--they evidently got a good deal of luxury for their money. I judged, rightly, that in their awkward situation their close union was their main comfort and that this union had no weak spot. A glance at the lady helped to remind me of this paradoxical law: she also looked too distinguished to be a "personality. The lady looked very hard at the gentleman, and the gentleman looked round the room. When once I had set THEM up I should have to stick to them--I couldn't make my young man seven feet high in one place and five feet nine in another.
