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When she does relax, says Lily of herself, her idea of fun is "to get stoned with a few friends, go out and have dinner, come back to the house, get stoned a little more, and then talk, talk, talk —talk about any and everything." Marijuana, she says, might be even bigger in her life if she were not afraid that it is "harmful to you ultimately."

At the edge of what seems to be big success, big money and big independence, the chameleon seems to be looking more often in the mirror. Last December Lily did something unheard of for her. She took a vacation, doing nothing—absolutely nothing—for two weeks at a health spa. She is also thinking of moving to New York, at least part time, and will try to find an apartment during her Broadway run. "I worked too hard before," she says, trying to explain what is happening beneath that rubbery, racehorse face. "But going to the spa was like a beginning. I know better how to relax now—a little better, anyway. Or at least I'm starting to see a better way how to behave." What does a chameleon see when it looks into a mirror? This chameleon is beginning to see Lily Tomlin.