From This Old Man: All In Pieces, by Roger Angell
V. S. PRITCHETT
"He was not a stylist, for instance, and he liked to point out that he had been a hack long before he became a critic. Even his knightly robes kept slipping askew. The moment he and his wife, Dorothy, got back to their house from Buckingham Palace, in 1975, where the Queen had dubbed him Sir Victor, they called up their friends to tell them what tune the Guards regimental band had played as he approached the kneeling bench: Frank Sinatra's 'My Way.' They were shouting with laughter."
From Past Masters: V. S. Pritchett
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