I don't suppose it's changed.

The Uncommon Reader by Alan Bennett.  A delightful and subtly clever humorous piece.  The basis of the story is the supposition of what would happen if late in life Queen Elizabeth had become an enthusiastic reader.  Charming.

In the far north what few polar bears could be assembled hung about waiting for Her Majesty, but when she did not appear loped off to an ice floe that held more promise. Logs jammed, glaciers slid into the freezing waters, all unobserved by the royal visitor, who kept to her cabin.

'Don't you want to look at the St Lawrence Seaway?' said her husband. 'I opened it fifty years ago. I don't suppose it's changed.'

Even the Rockies received only a perfunctory glance, and Niagara Falls was given a miss altogether ('I have seen it three times') and the duke went alone.

It happened, though, that at a reception for Canadian cultural notables the Queen got talking to Alice Munro and, learning that she was a novelist and short-story writer, requested one of her books, which she greatly enjoyed. Even better, it turned out there were many more where that came from and which Ms Munro readily supplied.

'Can there be any greater pleasure,' she confided in her neighbour, the Canadian minister for overseas trade, 'than to come across an author one enjoys and then to find they have written not just one book or two, but at least a dozen.'

And all, though she did not say this, in paperback and so handbag-size. A postcard was immediately dispatched to Norman telling him to get those few that were out of print from the library to await her return. Oh, what treats!