I have not written mad things,
For mad things do not enchant me;
But I have written the small and simple,
Lest the mad things haunt me.
Mary Gilmore, from 'Los Heridos', 1936
That's the most sense the old girl has made for days.
I was talking to someone today today who had heard someone else (!) reminisce recently about being a child meeting Dame MG. Her main memory was that MG was very old and she smelled funny.
Ah, don't you love those kinds of stories?