Brando is no polished conversationalist. Most of the time he is silent, fond of contemplation, and he seldom lets himself go in talk — above all about his private life. You may get a satisfactory answer if you ask his opinion of his latest role; but if you ask him how he spent the previous evening, the likelihood is that he will answer you with a scowling look! In vain do you try to draw out of him even the simplest facts about his private affairs. All that people know is that he lives alone in a three-room house, without a maid, and cooks for himself — because he insists that a servant disturbs him more than she comforts him.

People wonder what Brando's opinion of woman may be — he who has not yet married, despite the looks of burning passion aimed at him by the army of infatuated female admirers! Brando says he loves a woman who is intelligent, quick-witted, sensitive, and attractive; yet if he happens to meet an intelligent girl, before long he wearies and tires of her company, and turns from her to another — a playful creature far from intelligence and far from the range of his ambition!

It is in Brando's nature that if he accepts an invitation he attends without delay; yet he will with-draw from it the moment he sees among the guests someone he does not like, or who is not to his taste!

Brando considers the telephone a nuisance, and the first thing he does upon returning home is to pull the

cord from the socket, to be sure that no one will call him, wake him from his sleep, and disturb his rest.

He is economical in his way of living to the point of stinginess. He does not see fame as the distant goal

It is a rare smile!..

In a humble café with his companions

Brando in Paris, signing autographs for admirers...