“With Bloom she has struck up a correspondence, writing to him in elegant calligraphy on heavy paper. ‘She has got a kind of precarious beauty,’ Bloom told me, fondly. ‘One wonderful day, there she was, looking very young and boyish in a black costume with a white ruff, and I said, ‘Daphne, dear, who are you?’ And she said, ‘Harold, I’m Hamlet.’”

— Harold Bloom in Rebecca Mead’s profile of Daphne Guinness.