Eugene O’Neill died on 27 November 1953. He was sixty-five. Here he is, as a wee laddie…
Eugene O’Neill as a Child
Too adorable!
“Man’s loneliness is but his fear of life.”
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He’s adorable:) The lacy collar and bow. I don’t agree with his “quote” but he was cool.
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He really is, isn’t he?
I think there is a grain of truth in the quote, but that it is far too simplistic to be taken as gospel.
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I bet there were no left over cookies Saturday. Hope you had a good time. I’m making dark chocolate cake with dark chocolate fudge frosting and a funfetti cake for tomorrow. The dark chocolate cake is so good people just stop talking and make little grunting noises. LOL It’s just a box mix bit it’s delicious and people love it.
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You are correct: all 58 cookies were eaten unexpectedly fast! The wedding was quite lovely, very nice.
You had me at dark chocolate, which is my favourite. Grunting is quite the nice sign of contentment! I say this as I am eating a small piece of Dark Chocolate Pistachio Toffee with my tea. Yum! Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
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Since reading Salinger, when I hear Eugene O’Neill’s name, all I think of is his daughter Oona, who broke J.D. Salinger’s heart. Maybe not the best association…
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It’s funny, I always think of Oona as well–only for her scandalous marriage to Chaplin, and how it ended her relationship with her dad.
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