Read it through once

—Mallarmé, don’t you know, he said, has written those wonderful prose poems Stephen MacKenna used to read to me in Paris. The one about _Hamlet._ He says: _il se promène, lisant au livre de lui-même_, don’t you know, _reading the book of himself_. He describes _Hamlet_ given in a French town, don’t you know, a provincial town. They advertised it.