Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Three Notes on an Ill-Spent Life
The Dook and his Duchess arrive in Manhattan, October 22, 1941. If there was a war on, you wouldn't know it...
As usual, Mr. Lerman has something to contribute:
December 7, 1986: Pat Hodge said that she knows a woman who shared her gynecologist. That woman said that the gyno had also been Mrs. Simpson's, and that Mrs. Simpson's sexual power over the king had been her power to "make a matchstick feel like a cigar." With a band on it? Did Mrs. Simpson collect cigar bands? Line dishes with them?
March 22 1987: I held some of Mrs. Simpson's jewels in my hands: good stones, well cut and made, but no fantasy, no beauty in the design. These are the very expensive baubles of an expensive, surprisingly constant woman. Rich women in Grosse Point, Locust Valley, and Palm Beach could have had them. They do not compare to high Renaissance, eighteenth-century, or Second Empire jewels. A woman said to a man, as they peered at two feathers, one made of rubies, one of diamonds, each of small quill-pen dimensions: "I know what I could do with that on a simple dress." And that sums up Mrs. Simpson's rewards.
April 4, 1987: The Duchess of Windsor's common jewels brought $50 million, with some $40 million going to the Pasteur Institute. How fitting that the duchess's tight ass should bring this bounty to the "relief" of AIDS research.
"I know what I could do with that on a simple dress." The entire vacant, pointless lives of these two reduced to a single sentence, one so cutting that neither the woman who uttered it nor the one who inspired it would really understand why it's so damning...