The Mitford Sisters
Dedicated to the most scandalous bunch of sisters of the 20th century. Diana the Fascist, Jessica the Communist, Unity the Hitler-lover, Nancy the Novelist, Deborah the Duchess and Pamela the unobtrusive poultry connoisseur.
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“ She was filled with a wild, unfamiliar happiness, and knew that this was love. Twice in her life she had mistaken something else for it; it was like seeing somebody in the street who you think is a friend, you whistle and wave and run after him, and it is not only not the friend, but not even very like him. A few minutes later the real friend appears in view, and then you can’t imagine how you ever mistook that other person for him. ”
“Violet is madder than ever. She said to a friend of mine, whom she has just met, do you know who I am? (I said the answer should be the man in the Iron Mask?) I am the daughter of Edward VII but don’t tell anybody.”
- Nancy Mitford writing to Harold Acton , mid 1960’s.
“ The family are in a terrible financial crisis. However we continue to eat as before (however humbly) drink and drive about in large Daimlers. Mitfords are like that. ”
“ There was drama when Linda, aged ten, attempted suicide in order to rejoin an old smelly Border Terrier which Uncle Matthew had had put down. ”
I kind of root for Nancy and Prod. I’ll overlook an awful lot for stories like this:
“The German Ambassador invited us to a party in German which is very rude so Rodd refused in Yiddish.” (Nancy to Decca, 1937)