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[W]hen  one has become  very old, which I take to mean over ninety-five, one’s idea of luxury shifts away from clothes. I do still own, and occasionally wear, a beautiful printed coat-dress in dark blue and white cotton, with a … Continue reading

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“And as I laughed I thought: ‘Dead right!’” Diana Athill, 96, on how we think about our own mortality. Subsidized by the State, French newspapers are losing money faster than you can say “Existentialism”. Nicotine and sweat and songs from the … Continue reading

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