Princess Grace, to you . . .
The sex life of Grace Kelly, like the home life of the Incas, is one of those distant but down-to-earth matters which we can investigate in depth, and muse upon at length, but never really hope to understand. According to some observers, she herself may not have grasped its implications; in the words of a columnist at Photoplay, “I wonder if Grace Kelly knew she had so much S.A.” To which the only proper response is, W.T.F.?
The quote is from the witty Mr. Lane’s New Yorker review essay, “Hollywood Royalty: Two Sides of Grace Kelly.”
I once had breakfast with Princess Grace. True story. It was a journalist thing. Remind me to tell you some day in person.
Dang, Dinty. You were the Forrest Gump of journalism. I bet that was the day you had lunch with Dick Nixon!
Dinty,
We’re people too. Tell US in person ;-}
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