"Sunday 8th February
Still freezing hard and the drive desperately dangerous and slippery. Eddy is here again, and Cecil Beaton came last night. He is quite grey, and darts like a bird. He is flagrantly twentyish. He must be very successful if money-making is an indication. I do not mean to be critical for he is an artist. Jamesey likes him and I find him very sympathetic though a little alarming. This morning on my return from Mass at High Wycombe I gave him an hour's typewriting lesson; and made him use all his fingers too. He showed promise. Towards the end we started gossiping, and then I saw how entertaining and sharp he is."
Ancestral Voices James Lees-Milne
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