Errol Flynn, My Wicked, Wicked Ways
“My problem lies in reconciling my gross habits with my net income.”
Errol Flynn, My Wicked, Wicked Ways
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“You must realize that to us in Europe, Russia & America seem exactly the same, two enormous countries where you can’t get servants & where everything in the shops is machine-made.”
Nancy Mitford, The Mitfords, Letters Between Six Sisters
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An excerpt from Veronica, The Autobiography of Veronica Lake:
If some of the stars spent as much time in bed as the gossip columnists would have you believe, they would have ended up in a wheelchair at thirty, exhausted but with a happy grin on their faces. There were some who lived up to their reputations. The only one I really knew was Errol Flynn. Errol did try to get me into his infamous bed but her never succeeded.
It was the only party I ever attended at Errol’s home. There was the usual evening swim with a few of the guests nude. Errol had stocked the house with an assortment of young and luscious starlets and they were available for any of his male guests who felt a sudden urge. It was all typical of Errol Flynn; his clippings were not exaggerated.
I declined the swim and sat nursing a drink at the poolside, enjoying the occasional screech of feigned delight from one of the girls in the pool as a fellow grabbed and gave chase. Frankly, I was bored with it and decided to go home.
Errol showed me to the door. He was handsome, that devil. He looked in my eyes and slipped his arm around my waist. His hand slipped down and clamped tightly on my rear end.
“I think we should go and make use of a special bedroom I have, Ronni,” he said.
“I have a special bedroom I’m going to make use of, Errol,” I replied. “It’s my own and I’m going to sleep in it.”
He took his hand away, kissed me on the cheek and smiled.
“As you wish, Miss Lake.”
“Good schools must by definition turn out better pupils than bad ones, and Eton remains a splendid one—better indeed by far than it was in my day; to discriminate against it seems to me to be little short of grotesque. It is a measure of how much the world has changed in the last half century that proud Etonians and closet homosexuals have been replaced by proud homosexuals and closet Etonians.”
John Julius Norwich, Trying to Please: A Memoir
Eton: A Dame's Chronicle is available for purchase in the Nick Harvill Libraries store.
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Question: “Ever think of running for political office?”
Answer: “I want to be Secretary of Interiors.”
"Paige Rense on Life After AD," City & Shore Magazine, February 2012
Note: As editor-in-chief of Architectural Digest for 35 years, Paige Rense, for all intents and purposes, was America's Secretary of Interiors.
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“We may be living above our means, but definitely below our standards.”
Elsa Duquette, The Walk to Elsie’s
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“With the male models, all the really straight-looking models are gay, and all the really gay-looking models are straight.”
Andy Warhol, The Andy Warhol Diaries
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“I have never known a really chic woman whose appearance was not, in large part, an outward reflection of her inner self.”
A Note on Pronunciation: There is some controversy as to whether the midcentury fashion designer's name is pronounced "Mainbocker" or "Manboshay." When the Chicago History Museum held its Mainbocher retrospective last year, the curators concluded that since Mainbocher contemporaries such as Horst P. Horst and C.Z. Guest pronounced it "Manboshay," they would as well.
“It is both sad and amusing to see a former King of mighty England reduced by the woman he loved … to the rank of meek husband.”
Iles Brody, Gone with the Windsors
Evidence suggests the Duchess made the Duke far happier than had he remained on the throne without her. Did she have any regrets? Perhaps. Yet, she made the best of the cards they were dealt, as long as she was able. Sadly, her years as a widow were grim.
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“In Mrs. Stone there was a certain grandeur which had replaced her former beauty. The knowledge that her beauty was lost had come upon her recently and it was still occasionally forgotten.
Tennessee Williams, The Roman Spring of Mrs. Stone
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