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Rebecca West

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I do not myself find it agreeable to be 90, and I cannot imagine why it should seem so to other people. It is not that you have any fears about your own death, it is that your upholstery is already dead around you.
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Quoted in "There is nothing like a dame: Dame Rebecca West at ninety," Vogue (February 1983)

 
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