The Uncommon Reader
Alan Bennett, 8 March 2007
“... dashing blond boy he had been. ‘Was that Cecil Beaton?’ ‘No idea. Never liked the fellow. Green shoes.’ ‘Smelled delicious.’ ‘What’s that?’ ‘A book. I borrowed it.’ ‘Dead, I suppose.’ ‘Who?’ ‘The Beaton fellow.’ ‘Oh yes. Everybody’s dead.’ ‘Good show, though.’ And he went off to bed glumly singing ‘Oh, what a ... ”