As I review my life, I feel I must have missed the point, either then or now.
The Lady: a fluty voice, sensible shoes, a melancholy sense of living by rules few still remember.
Self-conscious? Try a wig, a corset, a veil, a beard. Or cultivate shamelessness.
In bridge clubs and in councils of state, the passions are the same.
Living alone is good for privacy, bad for full-scale cooking and moving heavy furniture.
Fastidious taste makes enjoyment a struggle.