Manners Are Love In A Cool Climate.

To Minimize My Guilt At Going To The Pictures - To Call This Wanton Pursuit Of An Effete Pleasure By Another Name - I Needed Movie Companions As Drunkards Need Drinking Partners. If I Entered A Cinema Alone, God Might Plunge His Arm Through The Roof Of The Auditorium Booming In A Stereophonic Voice, 'and You, Crisp, What Are You Doing Here?' I Would Never Have Dared Reply, 'i'm Just Enjoying Myself, Lord.'

I Lost The Love Of All The Homosexuals In The World By Saying That Princess Diana Was Trash And Got What She Deserved. She Could Have Been Queen Of England - And She Was Swanning About Paris With Arabs. What Disgraceful Behavior. Going About Saying She Wanted To Be The Queen Of Hearts. The Vulgarity Of It Is So Overpowering.

I Don't Think I Have A Tragic Demeanor.

I Read All The Books I Could Find About Manners, And The Extraordinary Thing Was, In All Books Up To The End Of The Second World War, Most Were Directed At How To Comport Yourself In The Presence Of The Ladies.

You See, Astrology Is Like Fortune-telling. If You Can't Get It Right, You Say, "well, If Venus Was Doing Something Peculiar In The Background, That Would Alter Your Prognostication--because, Of Course, Astrology Is Rubbish.