Reliable Essays: The Best of Clive James

From Clive's blessed sacred obituary for Princess Diana: "No. It was the first word of that cataclysmic Sunday morning: 'no' pronounced through an ascending sob, the consonant left behind in the chest voice as the vowel climbed into the head voice, the pure wail of lament whereby anyone, no matter how tone deaf, for one terrible moment becomes a singer." Oh the humanity! Clive then goes on to brag about his cherished dinner dates with Di. Seriously. (I swear I'm not making this up.)