There is a picture in my library that reminds me of when I met her. As the editor of PEOPLE magazine, I was charged with covering every move she made, and one night some years ago, because the magazine had made a substantial contribution to whatever charity it was, I was Princess Diana's "escort" to a benefit performance of Falstaff by the Welsh National Opera. When I first met her that night, I thought I'd cut the ice with a little self-deprecating humor along the lines of how it was I who had perpetrated such insanely thorough coverage of her in...
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