Showing posts with label Anna Pavlova. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anna Pavlova. Show all posts

Tuesday, 29 November 2011

“I love talking about nothing. It is the only thing I know anything about.”

...me and Oscar Wilde both.

He DIDN'T say that on his deathbed, he said 'Either that wallpaper goes, or I do.' (allegedly)

I wasn't preoccupied with death until I saw that image, despite an enormous blister on my left heel. Now I am. I hope I say something memorable on my deathbed but I expect that, as usual, I'll think of it ten minutes too late.

Here are some other Great Things To Say With Your Dying Breath:





"I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis."








"They couldn't hit an elephant at this dist. . . "

General John Sedgwick, Union Commander, d. 1864  
Killed in battle during US Civil War.

(I apologise for being crass but this made me hoot with laughter. )




  "Get my swan costume ready."

The immortal (but not for long) words of Anna Pavlova, of dying swan and gooey meringue desserts fame.




But I think THIS is the sort of thing I am likely to say,
just because I'm British and therefore suffering from a
terminal facility for understatement, rather like Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, writer, d. 1762

"It's all been very interesting."

 Hasn't it just!