When Diana Churchill was born in July 1909, the first of Winston’s five children, David Lloyd George asked with unaccustomed triteness if she was pretty. “The prettiest child ever seen,” the proud father said. Lloyd George nodded: “Like her mother, I suppose.” The sublimely egotistical Churchill would not stand for that. “No. She is the image of me.”
It is hard to imagine a worse fate for a child than to be born to such parents as the Churchills, not because they were cruel, but because they were giants who dwelled among giants. Routine houseguests listed in this book about the lives of their four daughters included Charlie Chaplin, TE Lawrence and the Mitfords, together with everybody who was anybody in power.