I liked Nita Naldi all the years I knew her. She grew to an imposing maturity, she even grew into near penury, but she never lost her ability to see the ridiculous in life, your life, her life, anybody’s life. She acted in Broadway plays up to about eight years ago and then I’d see her from time to time, the voice loud and authoritative but not coarse. She was to the end the kind of woman who could sit at a lunch table in Sardi’s and boom: “OF COURSE it’s going to rain. Are you insane?”
Usually, it rained.