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The saddest thing I can imagine is to get used to luxury.

Charlie Chaplin, My Autobiography, 1964

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Chaplin published My Autobiography in 1964, at 75. The line comes from his account of a later visit to London as a rich man, when each day at the luxurious Carlton Hotel felt like entering “a golden paradise”. He knew the other side well: born in 1889, he was sent at seven to the Lambeth workhouse, a home for the destitute, and his mother was committed to an asylum. By 1918, four years after his first film, the Tramp had made him one of the best-paid people in the world.

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Charlie Chaplin, My Autobiography, 1964

Chaplin, My Autobiography'yi (Otobiyografim) 1964'te, 75 yaşında yayımladı. Bu cümle, zengin biri olarak Londra'ya döndüğü günleri anlattığı bölümde geçer: Lüks Carlton Oteline her girişi ona “altın bir cennete” girmek gibi gelir. Madalyonun öbür yüzünü de iyi tanıyordu: 1889'da doğmuş, yedi yaşında yoksullar için açılmış Lambeth düşkünler evine gönderilmiş, annesi akıl hastanesine yatırılmıştı. 1918'e gelindiğinde, ilk filminden yalnızca dört yıl sonra, Şarlo tiplemesi onu dünyanın en çok kazanan insanlarından biri yapmıştı.

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