Yes, I have worshiped Olivier all my life, since childhood. His student Terence Knapp, who was my teacher, was an amazing man himself. He had some lovely stories about Sir Larry and the other greats from back in the day during his time at RADA. None of which I can recall these days. Terry had embraced Olivier's spitting thing (read about it, he spat all over Merle Oberon whilst filming "Wuthering Heights", how terribly romantic). I learned to never sit in the front row without a raincoat, if Terry was giving a performance. Quite the shower bath. Smelling of Guinness, no doubt.