I think it was Donald Mainstock, the great amateur squash player, who pointed out how lovely I was.
Until that time I think it was safe to say that I‘ve never been aware of my own timeless brand of loveliness, but his words smoked me because you see I am lovely in a fluffy moist kind of way. I walk, let‘s be splendid about this, in a lightly extended could of gorgeousness that isn’t far thought from being simply terrific. The secret of smooth almost shiny loveliness of the way of which we’re discussing in this simple frank creamy soft way doesn’t reside in oils, balms, ointments , creams, milk moisturizers, lineaments, lubricants and precations or balsams to be rather divine for just one noble moment. It resides, and I mean this in a pink slightly special way, in one attitude and mind. To be gorgeous and high and true and fine and fluffy and moist and sticky and lovely all you have to do is believe that you are gorgeous and high and true and fine and fluffy and moist and sticky and lovely. And I believe it of myself. Timidly at first then with mountain heat and passion and because, stopping for a second to be super again, I’m so often tolded.
That’s the secret really.
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