Rudolph Valentino – “The loneliest ebb of my life came on that Christmas eve, on…”

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The loneliest ebb of my life came on that Christmas eve, only one day after my arrival in New York. The abyss of loneliness. I ate a solitary dinner in a small cafe, and the very food tasted bitter with my unshed tears. One doesn’t dare cry in America. It is unmanly here.

Rudolph Valentino

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