Welcome back to the home of the oxymoron. Evil genius. He asked the newspaper to print his obituary early so he'd enjoy it. That's like hiding at your own funeral. Yeah, it's a big, great gig. I'm Russell Kane. Join me to weigh in on whether the biggest players in history are more evil or genius. Becoming that rich, I'd say that at some level of genius. It also helps

that it's a long time ago, right? It's like the podcast version of telling your kids the ice cream

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Hello, on tonight's free thinking, other people. They seem to exist, don't they? And if they don't, it would probably

be necessary to invent them. So tonight we'll consider other people's lives, how to steal them,

curate them, extend them, and capture them. There's a new John Singer-Sargent exhibition

about to show its face at the National Portrait Gallery, or rather the faces of sergeant's friends and contemporaries,

a great inventory of the dead.

The art critic Charlotte Mullins is here to tell us who they all are.

This man with the amazing hipster moustache, Charlotte, who's that?

Francis Brooks Chadwick.

He's one of many of the friends of Singer-sagent that we see in this exhibition.

Women, men, writers, playwrights, artists, fantastic.

Thank you very much. We'll be meeting more of them later. And if you want to see them to look on our website.

The actor Eddie Marsan is also here. He's here because, well, because he's Eddie Marsan,

but specifically because you can see

him on screen this week as a man who's engaged in producing his own inventory of the dead with

the right accompanying music.

Was lost, bad now, and fell. Oh, you know by the play. A newfound.

A dirge for every occasion from the CD collection of John May,

the hero of a new and quietly devastating film called Still Life.

I could stare for hours at Eddie Marsan, but I'm not convinced it'd make very good radio,

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