Gimme a break. This letter of Princess Di’s, assuming it is genuine, only

tells us a thing we already knew: that the poor woman was not playing with

a full deck. It would have been equally unsurprising if a letter had turned

up in the Princess’s handwriting claiming that Chuck was a space alien. If

you take a not-very-bright person, surround her with fawning yes-men, and

then place her under great stress, you will get these kinds of aberrations.

Not all of Diana’s problems were her own fault. Charles — who got bored

with her much faster than even I predicted — did not behave like a

gentleman towards her, and the Palace establishment failed to act with

proper 1990s’ “sensitivity” and “compassion” (they basically told her: “stop

whining, keep smiling, and do your duty–noblesse oblige”). Still, it takes

a fevered imagination indeed to think that Charles would try to off her.

Apart from anything else, he doesn’t have that much imagination. And where

is the evidence that the fatal car crash had, or even COULD have had,

anything to do with anything but reckless drunk driving? Pshaw.