The Life Eccentric

Thank you, my dear! I just love that man.

Happy Birthday to Farley Earle Granger (July 1, 1925 — March 27, 2011)

“I think every girl who reads this would take him, if she had the chance. She’d love to find out what’s going to grow out of this feverish faun-like creature, what lurks behind his dark eyes, what it is he’s seeking so eagerly—so she could help him find it. And me, I’d like to help him myself. Farley Granger is like a Christmas box that arrives early—gorgeous on the outside, but the thrilling surprise is to come when you open it, and you can hardly wait… Not even girls, at this point, can satisfy the craving he has for the things he still hasn’t savored—this boy who didn’t go to college, and got to be a star before he got east of Palm Springs. Farley Granger’s fascination is wrapped up in one wonderful word—Promise. He’s like springtime, ready to bust out all over one of these days—and if you don’t think that comes across as a potent spell—tell me what does.”