There you go. A dame in every sense of the word, with a beauty that was timeless and a class that was unparalleled. I don't think there is another actress one can name who had what she had. Not Marilyn who was sweaty sex personified with a stunning face that was manufactured, not Liz Taylor who somehow seemed virginal despite all the husbands and overflowing with an abundance of talent, not Salma Hayek who's the epitome of pocket Venus but doesn't spark off homage, not Scarlett Johansson who is come-hither but doesn't pull you, undeniably great though she may be as a singer, in theatre and the movies. None of them had that touch-me-not air combined with an earth-bound appeal you wanted to follow till the ends of the earth. She's gone beyond now, part of a new constellation with Paul Walker and Robin Williams. If I believed, I would say, God bless, but the sentiment remains.
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