"My life, you got a lovely girl there, Mr. Garvin!"
"Don't talk like a nit, Marky, she's not my girl.... She's the Princess."
"Eh? Was it all right to let her in then? She said she was an old friend of yours, Guv!"
"She is, Marky.... And anything she wants any time is always all right, see? If she ever walks in an' asks for my 'ead on a plate--just give it to 'er"--Modesty Blaise
Dreamed of returning to Sackville, N.B., from Europe by bicycle with Moira and Puitak; finding a huge crowd on the outskirts of Sackville watching the start of a foot race; trying to continue to our old house by ultralight aircraft; John planning to make a low-budget movie version of Frankenstein.
Started reading a reprint of the comic strip Modesty Blaise. I wish I could write as well as Peter O'Donnell!
Saw the musical Evita at the Princess of Wales. It's about spectacle as much as politics, and you basically get out of it what you brought in. (Like Hitler, Eva Peron probably wouldn't have been as popular in the TV age.) [At one point, they used the "knee in the junk" cliche!]
Saw the DVD of the Rudolph Valentino silent Cobra. It's a melodrama about an Italian count who comes to New York to avoid woman trouble (and of course fails!).
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