The woman with the Silver Angel's face is dead.

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Older readers of this blog will remember a couple of entries about Trine Michelsen, Danish stripper, actress, and - to my mind - absolutely blinding beauty. I just learned that the bone cancer she had been suffering with the last seven years finally killed her early this year. I feel very sad and personally deprived. It is not very rational for me to feel so. If we had ever met, we would have had nothing to say to each other; our backgrounds and experiences, let alone our views of the world, were too distant; and my opinion is that, as is so often the case in our time, she wasted some very real talent in the wake of the misguided "sexual revolution". But she came as close to my ideal of beauty as any woman who ever lived; and beauty, while no merit, is nevertheless a treasure, precious, irreplaceable, a light in the world. I said a prayer for this tiny, tragic beauty - and may God have mercy on us all in the day of our deaths.

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If Paris Hilton is the popular idea of beauty, I would say so. For one thing, I like well-defined features, which she doesn't have. For another, tans do not do much for me. I have seen too many complexions ruined by too much sunlight (including Ursula Andress - and goodness, she was lovely in her youth - whom I saw in person in a bank in Rome). I like small, exquisite, intense beauties. A few women traditionally seen as great beauties do not attract me; neither Ava Gardner nor the young Liz Taylor ever did. But I also have a wide range of tastes. I find both Katharine and Audrey Hepbburn breathtaking, for instance, and they were very different. And though I find small women very attractive, the first woman I ever loved was one metre seventy-seven, or 5'11" if you prefer. Beauty is a strange thing, and every time you think you have defined it to your satisfaction, up pops another instance you had not thought of.

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Paris's hair is a weave and her tan is sprayed on ( no one has enough time to roast themselves like that, even in California). Time ruins it all - fake and real. Muses are immortal. Silver Angel had to be mortal to tell your story, and thereby become immortal to other people. Your muse didn't die - she's stronger now with a veil of transience connecting her to mortals.