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You'll Have To Leave My Meals On A Tray Outside The Door Because I'll Be Working Pretty Late On The Secret Of Making Myself Invisible, Which May Take Me Almost Until Eleven O'clock.

I Used To Pride Myself On Being Impervious To The Sentimentalities Of Soap Opera, But When That Loveliest Of Actresses, Rachel Gurney, Of Upstairs, Downstairs, Perished On The Titanic, I Wept So Convulsively And Developed Such Anorexia That I Had To Be Force-fed.

A Farm Is An Irregular Patch Of Nettles Bounded By Short-term Notes, Containing A Fool And His Wife Who Didn't Know Enough To Stay In The City.

All Right, So Call Me Miss Cliche Of 1960, But The Thing About The Married Ones That Always Spooks Me Is How Sweet And Attentive They Are At First, When They're On The Prowl.

This Medal (the National Book Award) Together With My American Express Card, Will Identify Me Worldwide ... Except At Bloomingdale's.