Celia Johnson: |
What a perfectly lovely day it’s been. Lovely for us, I mean. I suppose that’s very selfish of me, isn’t it? |
Noel Coward: |
Extremely. |
Celia Johnson: |
I can’t believe it’s so dreadfully wrong to forget the war now and again. When one can – just for a little. |
Noel Coward: |
I think it’s very clever of you with all Hell breaking loose immediately over our defenceless heads. |
Celia Johnson: |
I made the most tremendous effort and pretended it wasn’t real at all. They were toys having a mock battle just to keep us amused. |
Noel Coward: |
That’s the most shameful confession: sheer escapism. |