My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes
All sorts of mornings are interesting, don't you think? You don't know what's going to happen through the day, and there's so much scope for imagination
There's such a lot of different Annes in me.
I'm in the depths of despair. Can you eat when you are in the depths of despair?"
But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.”
But as,
The Caesar's pageant shorn of Brutus' bust
Did but of Rome's best son remind her more.
so the marked absence of any tribute or recognition from Diana Barry who was sitting with Gertie Pye embittered Anne's little triumph