Quote by Minnie Maddern Fiske, Mrs. Fiske

As soon as I suspect a fine effect is being achieved by accident I lose interest. I am not interested...in unskilled labor. ...The scientific actor is an even worker. Any one may achieve on some rare occasion an outburst of genuine feeling, a gesture of imperishable beauty, a ringing accent of truth; but your scientific actor knows how he did it. He can repeat it again and again and again. He can be depended on.

As soon as I suspect a fine effect is being achieved by acci

Summary

This quote emphasizes the importance of skill and intentionality in artistic or theatrical endeavors. The speaker states that they lose interest when they perceive a fine effect occurring by accident, as they are uninterested in unskilled work. They believe that a truly accomplished artist or actor is one who has a scientific approach to their craft - someone who understands and can reproduce moments of genuine emotion, beauty, and truth, without relying on chance occurrences. The scientific actor, as described here, is seen as reliable and capable of consistently delivering high-quality performances.

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