Foolishly, I went to the National Right dinner last night. What a narky, miserable bunch of sods.

[…] indeed, like Edgar, he rather overdoes it, and so puzzles his enemies in the play, and certain German criticasters and English mad doctors in the closet, and does not puzzle his bosom friend in the play one bit, nor the pit for whom he was created.

No Day Like Sunday is becoming a chic weekly institution among the snooty and glam lesbian set.

She stayed home for sake of her sick friend.