'Fidel Castro chatted her up one night on a beach. He told her his eyes were weak, and "every day to make them stronger I force myself to look at the sun. I find it very hard. But do you know what I find harder? To look into the blue of your eyes." "Oh, my darling Fidel!" says Margaret. "And he's still hanging in there." You ought to do a world tour, I say. Go and hit up all the old stagers. "I know!" she replies. "I've had some great lovers; I've had some great friends."' https://archive.is/4VPU0