回复：【Gable Forever】#type#盖博传记介绍之〈C

Clark was a man of great tenderness and understanding. The day we returned to his ranch from our honeymoon, he said, “Kathleen, you don’t have to live here if you don’t want to. We can sell the ranch and buy a house in Bel Air or Beverly Hills or wherever you choose. It doesn’t matter to me—all I want is for you to be happy.”
I looked around the comfortable room, still furnished with pieces Clark and Carole Lombard had selected many years ago. I felt no rivalry with the past. I said, “No, Pa, I want to live right here. We both love the ranch. It’s an ideal place to bring up children. Let’s not ever think of moving.”
I keyed my life entirely to his needs. In the beginning I didn’t really enjoy tramping through some damp field all day, wiggling under barbed wire fences and lugging a gun. But I believe an important part of marriage for a woman is in doing what her husband wants. So I stocked up on hunting clothes, long, warm underwear, slickers and boots, and wherever he went, I went. I learned to shoot and fish and play golf.

During all the time we were married, we got up at 5am. He was never late on the set, and he always knew his lines. Each night, he’d prepare for the next day, going over his script until he was satisfied. Some mornings, he’d still be concerned about a particular scene, so while he was dressing, I’d sit on the bed and, between yawns, cue him.
I rarely visited the set. I saw no reason why I should go to the studio. If I had been married to a banker, I wouldn’t have gone to the bank. He seldom brought home studio problems, and if he did mention something, I never offered advice.

When Bunker started attending a military school, sometimes he didn’t get home until after Clark. He’d come dashing in, hit the back of Pa’s favorite chair, make a leap for Pa’s shoulders and end up balancing on top of them.
I remember one afternoon he really smacked against the chair in executing his running leap. “Now, Bunker,” said Clark, “I have told you fifty, maybe a hundred, times I want you to stop running through the dining room and hitting the back of this chair. You’re breaking it down.”
Bunker jumped to the floor. He looked directly into Clark’s eyes and asked, “Pa, what do you want, broken furniture or a warped personality?” Clark managed to keep a straight face.
When we were first married, Clark had a glassed-in gun cabinet running the length of one wall in the library, which included a neat row of gleaming hunting knives. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to have guns in view of little children,” he said one day. Even though he loved the cabinet, he promptly called in a carpenter to rip it out and replace it with bookshelves.