The first thing I saw was a dream of a face. Halo'd by blonde hair, it was almost on a level with my own face. That was because the girl it belonged to was tall and wore spiked heels. She also had the kind of exaggerated, long-legged, full-blown figure of a calendar pinup and a face of patrician, haughty beauty that had a no-sale written all over it.

1959.