Kathy to Hilary, February 14, 1973 cont., Tehran, Iran Last Thursday I went to the birthday party of a nephew of the Shah--he goes to Iranzamin. It was very unimpressive--no wild corruption like one hears of the Royal Court like people receiving silver boxes full of cocaine etc. Well, Johnny and I were going to give him some opium, as Johnny being an Afghan, can find it easy, but it wasn’t worth the bother or the risk. We just both gave him a birthday kiss.
Can you imagine the humble daughter of an Army officer hobnobbing with royalty and the sons and daughters of court ministers and the rich of the land? A few of these people are my great friends but some of them are absolutely worthless people--they’ve been rich all their lives and can think of nothing more than their Courreges jackets and their next trip to Paris. I guess I am, at heart, a believer in the work ethic--whatever these people have, they’ve done nothing of it themselves. I feel the same way about most “beautiful” people--they’re beauty (usually) is not of their own making, through no virtue of their own, so why should they be proud of it?
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