"Pygmalion" Profits All Go In Tax; Can't Afford To Heed Begging Letters George Bernard Shaw, who must have made more money out of writing plays than any other man alive uaougn, of course, he demes it), is starting to reap a new fortune from states lsolene Thompson in His "Pygmalion" is a world success. Others are to follow. He is eighty-two and childless. His wife is wealthy in her own right. They live modestly. Who will inherit his great fortune?
I asked him. to any one," he parried, wife may be leaving her money to "A dogs home? Well, I might do worse. But I don't give money to charities. I give it where no one else does. I'm not saying where or io whom. In any case, havent a fortune to leave. Certainly not from the 'Pygmalion' film at "In fact you find m reputed millionaire, beard bristling aggressively and eyebrows jutting existing in my usual state of poverty.
"Every farthing I get from We 'Pygmalion' film is being taken from me by the Chancellor of the Exchequer. If any one wants it they had better try and get it off him, not me.
"I am snowed under with begging letters from nearly the.entire population of the British Isles, and from people running institutions and great projects. These poor people will have to be bitterly disappointed.
"Its a great shame. But what can I do? I haven't got the money. I got as many as twenty begging letters from Canada alone by one post."
He quibbled at the description of himself as a millionaire. "What is a millionaire? Over £40,000, over £50,000 a year? I can tell you thi though. I know what it is to be failure. For my first nine years of authorship I made 15s. and a £15 note, off which they took ten per cent. commission.
"Its ridiculous to call me a millionaire." But in spite or his expostulations, Mr. Shaw must have made, and be going to make, a great deal of money.
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