Tracy and Hepburn [antikvár]

Preface The past, recalled, is a flowing cornucopia of visions, sounds, aromas, emotions, gaieties, terrors, faces, and places. We do not remember chronologically, but in disordered flashes. We are not, after all, programed memory machines. People are less efficient and orderly—but consider the compensations: freedom to associate; to roam and rummage in the attic of our yesterdays; to let one thing lead to another. The ability to relive those parts of life that have been significant is a gift equal to life itself. The following pages contain a record of friendship set down in the random way it was lived, with the conviction that it is worth not only remembering, but recounting. There comes a time in life when the desire to pass on what one knows becomes intense. I want to share my vision of Katharine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy, individually and as a team. She is a nonesuch. He was a master. Both valuable, useful human beings. Spencer had a great deal fo give and he gave it. Kate is one of the pre-eminent women of her time. BoA pose many mysterious questions to which I nave been unable to find answers. Like so many of the great ones, they always reserved an important part of themselves to themselves. vii