Britain's McKellen scores on Broadway, cementing a reputation
"I've found the man who killed Mozart." Ian McKellen whispered. He stared at a small man sitting near him in a New York City Italian restaurant. The man had a hard, beaked face. He wore a dark silk suit and deep gray shirt, and he looked altogether like a crow who had just come back from a health farm. He hunched over his food and held his hands over his plate in an inverted V, letting his fork dangle from his fingers like the clapper inside a...
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