Laurence Olivier

Chapter OneHow It BeganFor my father, saving was a craving. This is no idle jingle but the plainest statement of fact.He had, of course, many run-of-the-mill opportunities to indulge this obsession. At the end of every month a feast awaited him as bills came flooding in. We did enjoy the luxury of...

Chapter One How It Began For my father, saving was a craving. This is no idle jingle but the plainest statement of fact. He had, of course, many run-of-the-mill opportunities to indulge this obsession. At the end of every month a feast awaited him as bills came flooding in. We did enjoy the...