Roderick Cameron was writing his own epitaph when he launched on a description of Daisy Fellowes in his memoir, The Golden Riviera. His subject is the ephemeral splendor of the fashionable, rich, and famous:
"Her dominance was of the most ephemeral kind and went no deeper than the social scene. But the fact remains that it is difficult to write about the Riviera without mention of her. She has coloured one's impressions of the coast for at least the length of time that any of us who knew her still lives. In all probability death will dispel the lingering reflections of the charm and the elegance with which she, and people like her, lived their lives. Like the faint odor of a long closed trunk, all will evaporate past recall. Perhaps not? It all depends on how many people will have remembered her in yet unpublished letters or will have made her live in unsuspected memoirs."
Uncanny how his hope for remembrance of this vanished existence is actually being kept alive in the blogosphere, which after all, is an aggregated and interconnected record of the thoughts and whimsies of the unknown and obscure "memorist' of today.
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