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I Told You I Was Sick.

I Have Got So Low That I Have Asked To Be Hospitalized And For Deep Narcosis (sleep). I Cannot Stand Being Awake. The Pain Is Too Much... Something Has Happened To Me, This Vital Spark Has Stopped Burning - I Go To A Dinner Table Now And I Don't Say A Word, Just Sit There Like A Dodo. Normally I Am The Centre Of Attention, Keeps The Conversation Going, - So That Is Depressing In Itself. It's Like Another Person Taking Over, Very Strange. The Most Important Thing I Say Is 'good Evening' And Then I Go Quiet.

Life Is A Long Agonized Illness Only Curable By Death.

To Harry Secombe: I Hope You Die First As I Don't Want You Singing At My Funeral.

I Shook Hands With A Friendly Arab. I Still Have My Right Arm To Prove It.