The first time I saw a fingerbowl was at the home of my benefactress. [...] The water had a few cherry blossoms in it, and I thought it must be some clear sort of Japanese after-dinner soup and ate every bit of it, including the crisp little blossoms.
To talk of prayer after admitting he professed no faith was, in my opinion, a breach of common courtesy. In this sense, he did make a social blunder, for which I think he well deserved some minor castigation.
How easy it is to say the wrong thing! How easy it is not to recognize one has said the wrong thing!
I often put my foot in it a little bit sometimes.
Facebook I would've liked, but I made a huge mistake, and I made it a public page, and it didn't work out for me. I just put my name on it, and I didn't know how Facebook worked.
But I don't have a very good track record with royalty. My dress fell off in front of Prince Charles at the Prince's Trust, so I'm just living up to my reputation.
One need hardly dwell on the catastrophic possibility of uttering a bantering remark only to discover it wholly inappropriate
She had destroyed whatever was between us by making a profound gaffe: She met me.
