Scott Bradfield

Harpo Marx – genius, idiot savant or lovable overgrown child?

Though he never uttered a word in any Marx Brothers film, the kindest of the family speaks eloquently from his widow’s posthumous memoir

Harpo Marx in Horse Feathers (1932). [Alamy]

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