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suppose you get a chance at one who's a pretty good little actress. Let it go. The thing there, they

sublimate. That's a word I learned once. They take all that steam and they shove it into their work

and there isn't enough left over for bed. Now suppose you got one thinks she's a hell of an

actress, but she's a ham. You skip her too. She'll take all that ham to bed with you and be so damn

busy watching herself her heart won't be in it. The ones to wait for, and go a long way out of your

way to get, they're the ones that plain started off with such damn good glands they don't have to

do any acting. The camera picks up how good they'd be. Man, they can't rest from tracking it

down and trying it out. The next one is always going to be the biggest and best yet. They've got

what you call a real strong interest."

I had the feeling Fedder would approve of this one. I had not expected her to have such a

genuine flavor of youthfulness. By every way I could measure it, she had to be about thirty-three.

Yet she was a young girl, and not in any forced way. She had the slimness, the clear-eyed look of

enormous vitality, the fine-grained and flawless skin, the heavy swing of burnished hair. Her

impact, so carefully measured it seemed unaffected, was of a kind of innocence aware. A gamin

sparkle, hinting at a delicious cap