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I should like to draw Noel Coward rather than to talk about him -- to take up my pen and trace, with infinite subtlety, the rather bumpy forehead, the keen nose, the darting eyes -- the mouth, especially the mouth, which seems constantly on the point of uttering delicious impudences.
But when I draw people, they are always Queen Victoria. They have invariably the same dejected eyelids, the same flaccid lips. Even the addition of a moustache fails to conceal the resemblance. And though Queen Victoria and Noel Coward have much in common -- (e.g., an invincible determination, and a well-founded conviction that they are typical of their age) -- I must content myself with words, and not with lines.