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About her French:
'It is true that I can understand it as spoken, provided the speaker is reasonably adept at pantomime. It is also, I am afraid, true that, deep in New York, there are certain spells during certain evenings- cognac is best for a starter—when my English slips from me like the shucked skin of a snake, and I converse only in the elegant French tongue. But what French! O God, O Montreal, what French!'

Isadora Duncan 'could not do anything that was not dramatic. Take, for instance, the occasion of her cutting her hair short. Other women go and have their hair bobbed, and that is all there is to it. But Isadora - she was in Albania with Raymond at the time - writes, "I cut off my hair, and threw it in the sea." She was like that.'


Isadora Duncan

Of the authenticity of Miss Britton’s story I am absolutely convinced. I wish I were not. I wish I could feel that she had made it all up out of her head, for then I could give myself over to high ecstasies at the discovery of the great American satire, the shrewd and savage critique of Middle-Western love. But I am afraid that The President’s Daughter is only a true story.