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Michael Powell

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"I got my first assignment as a director in 1927. I was slim, arrogant, intelligent, foolish, shy, cocksure, dreamy and irritating. Today, I'm no longer slim."
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Michael Powell, 1987

 
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Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
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