[Watching air-raid spotlights being tested; regarding the oncoming war and the previous one]
I don't think I can bear it again.
Did you lose many?
Just one. You?
Almost every school friend I had. One tries to forget.
If only one could.
You know, I've distracted myself with ridiculous things; youth, parties, lingerie. I mean, I trained in socks for goodness sake.
[mock affront]
There's a great deal of engineering in a gentlemen's sock, I'll have you know. In the stitching of the heel. By comparison, designing a brassiere is a piece of cake. Not that there aren't compensations.
None of them over 20, I imagine.
And all very easy on the eyes. But you know what? I'm done with it. I'm going back to gentlemen's hosiery. You know where you are with an honest pair of socks.
You certainly do.
