Queen Elizabeth II’s Coronation Ensemble
Norman Hartnell, 1952
Queen Elizabeth II’s Coronation Ensemble
Norman Hartnell, 1952
It is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, our sweat, and in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch it, we are going back from whence we came.
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The bedside lamp has a point.
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All humans are the same, so there’s no point making a great fuss about who is what. It’s better for everyone to get together, I reckon.
Grace Kelly in To Catch a Thief (1955)
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Nancy, Pamela, Diana, Unity, Jessica, and Deborah Mitford (the famous Mitford sisters) sketched by the artist William Acton sometime during the early 1930’s.
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In the hope of keeping him quiet for a few hours Freddy & I have bet Randolph 20 [pounds] that he cannot read the whole Bible in a fortnight. It would have been worth it at the price. Unhappily it has not had the result we hoped. He has never read any of it before and is hideously excited; keeps reading quotations aloud ‘I say I bet you didn’t know this came in the Bible ‘bring down my grey hairs in sorrow to the grave” or merely slapping his side & chortling ‘God, isn’t God a shit!’
Evelyn Waugh in a letter to Nancy Mitford (17 October 1944)
‘Randolph’ is Randolph Churchill, son of Winston Churchill.
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From Becoming The Villainess by Jeannine Hall Gailey
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“But I think she would have been happy with Fabrice,” I said. “He was the great love of her life, you know.”
“Oh, dulling,” said my mother, sadly. “One always thinks that. Every, every time.”
Nancy Mitford, The Pursuit of Love.
There are no words to express how much I love Nancy Mitford and her books. I’ll miss her (and the rest of her family) terribly once my independent study is over.
Little Women, 1888 Edition. You never know what you are going to find in the downstairs library…