Alec Guinness continues to charm and delight in
memoir #2. I was very moved by this:
"Barry Humphries . . . says, referring to my memoirs,
Blessings in Disguise, 'I wish I could say as you do in your last sentence, that I had never lost a friend.' Well, I am adding a few words to that in the reissue of the book later this year. It will now read, after 'Of one thing I can boast; I am unaware of ever having lost a friend,' the words, 'Re-reading that last sentence in 1996, eleven years after it was written, I am saddened to say I can no longer make such a boast.
Mea culpa. Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa.'"
Since I mentioned loving that very same sentence in
Blessings, perhaps I should be bothered by this addendum. But instead, it makes me want to give him a hug and say, "Oh, honey. It's okay. Nobody's perfect."
That's really weird, isn't it? I'm pretty sure that's weird. Also, it would shock and horrify his proper British soul. But I want to anyway.