She was the most beautiful woman in the world, and her death grieves me. I'm as surprised as anyone by that. I won't defend her lifestyle or claim she was a saint, but neither will I pretend I wasn't utterly fascinated by her from the time she married the heir to the English throne until the day her life ended in a car crash, dodging the paparazzi. She epitomized glamour and royalty in an age that valued neither, and now she's gone. You can have your movie stars, your sports heros, and your presidents' wives. I had Lady Diana Spencer.

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