Each one of us reveals his temperamental bias in the upholding of Bernhardt's or Duse's or Modjeska's respective readings.
But in her work she has no soul; she lacks the sensitive sweet lure of Duse, the serene and starlit poetry of Modjeska.
Modjeska Avenue is a reminder of this artist's sojourn here.
Some years ago I met Modjeska and she greeted me so warmly and sweetly, although she was very ill.
We were all charmed as we listened, but none of us dreamed what that address would mean to Modjeska.
