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Why Dont You?’ wasn’t totally absurd to me,” Diana said later. “Of course, the columns had a certain absurdity that tickled people — just to think that anyone would thin of writing anything so absurd. But it wasn’t even writing. To me writing–Edith Wharton, Henry James…Proust, for God’s sake…is a think of beauty and sustainment. ‘Why Don’t You?’ was a think of fashion and fantasy, on the wing…It wasn’t writing, it was just ideas. It was me, insistent on people using their imaginations, insisting on a certain idea of luxury.
