I think it was Donald Minstock, the great amateur squash player, who pointed out how lovely I was. Until that time I think I’ m safe to say, that I have never been aware of my own timeless brand of loveliness. But his words smote me, because, of course, if I am lovely in a fluffy and moisten, kind of way. I walk, let’s be splendid about this, in a light extended cloud of gorgeousness, but isn’t far short from becoming simply terrific. The secret of smooth almost shiny loveliness, in the order of we were just discussing in this simple frank creamy soft way, doesn’t reside in oils, unguents, balms, ointments, creams, moistening milks, moisturises, liniments, lubricants, embrocations or balsams to be rather divine for just one noble moment. It resides in, I mean, this in a pink slightly special way in one’s attitude of mind. To be gorgeous, and high, and true, and fine, and fluffy, and moisten, and sticky , and lovely, all you have to do is just to believe the one is gorgeous, and high, and true, and fine, and fluffy, and moisten, and sticky , and lovely. And I believe in it myself tremulously at first and then with mounting heat and passion because, stopping off for a second to be super again, I’m so often told it. That’s the secret really.