MY BATTLE TO BECOME SPARTACUS

typewriter, crumple it up, throw it in the wastepaper basket and start again.

He worked at night, often in the bathtub, the typewriter in front of him on a tray, a cigarette in his mouth (he smoked six packs a day). On his shoulder perched a parrot I had given him, pecking at Dalton’s ear.

Wouldn’t it be miraculous if we could get Sir Laurence Olivier, Charles Laughton and Peter Ustinov to be in our movie? Laughton was doing a play in London.we went backstage to see him, Charles turned to us and