Given the circumstances, I'm impressed by the variety and quality of what is always a multicourse lunch and dinner, with beef, game, fish, and seafood, including krill, the tiny shrimplike creatures that are a staple of whales' diets.
They are lovingly put together, but feature a ghastly trio of (male) biographers sitting around chatting in The Ivy, Coward's favourite London restaurant, over what looks like a rather good lunch, when the subject cries out for one scholarly narrator with an overarching view and a rapidity of mind to rival Coward's own.