I Need Something Truly Beautiful To Look

I Never Found Accents Difficult, After Learning Languages.

You Know The Passage Where Scarlett Voices Her Happiness That Her Mother Is Dead, So That She Can't See What A Bad Girl Scarlett Has Become? Well, That's Me.

But I Remember The Morning After The Mask Of Virtue-which Is The First Play I Did At The West End-that Some Critics Saw Fit To Be As Foolish As To Say That I Was A Great Actress. And I Thought, That Was A Foolish, Wicked Thing To Say, Because It Put Such An Onus And Such A Responsibility Onto Me, Which I Simply Wasn't Able To Carry. And It Took Me Years To Learn Enough To Live Up To What They Said-for Those First Notices. I Find It So Stupid. I Remember The Critic Very Well, And Have Never Forgiven Him.

My Friends, When I Was Young, Were Always Older Than I Was, And I've Always Liked Them. And I Love Old Men And Old Ladies, Really. But I've Known More Elderly Men, Like Max Beerbohm, Like Beranard Berenson, Like Somerset Maugham, Winston Churchill-i'd Put Him First, Anyway-what They Say Is So Wise And So Good. They Know What They're Talking About.

When I Was At School At Paris, I Had Special Lessons From Mademoiselle Antoine, An Actress At The Comedie Francaise, And I Was Taken To Every Sort Of Play. I Felt Very Grand.