ABSTRACT
I exactly 9 o’clock when Paul and I reached Tortsov’s home. I explained to him how crushed I had been to find that inspiration had been
replaced by theatrical calculation. “Yes . . . by that too,” admitted Tortsov. “One half of an actor’s soul is
absorbed by his super-objective, by the through line of action, the subtext, his inner images, the elements which go to make up his inner creative state. But the other half of it continues to operate on a psycho-technique more or less in the way I demonstrated it to you.
