"Eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd." Autobiography of English avante garde poet, Dame Edith Sitwell.
A charming memoir full of great anecdotes about dotty English eccentrics. (Also full of meditations on poetry which I skipped.) Sitwell's prose careens wildly between brilliance, opacity, and weirdness. Occasionally quite funny.