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But when I approached them at the Dôme with inscribed copies of the newly minted The Sun Also Rises they turned on me. Pat called me Judas and said they didn’t want my stinking book. I said, ‘What’s eating you? It’s only about our Pamplona trip. What’s wrong with that?’ ‘What’s wrong,’ he said, ‘is the whole world now sees me as a pathetic drunk wh

He often spoke of “dear old Adolf” and his SS, who knew what to do with thugs who picked on artists. America was the place, he said, “where honest men were all robbed and bludgeoned by scoundrels.”

Dalí was a hook and the world was his aquarium. He had a power that was incalculable, intangible, illogical, subtle and terrifying. He was, more than anyone ever understood, a tutor, the master of twentieth century desire and reasoning. His philosophy found life a cruel and heartless joke; a sombre and extravagant passage from nothing into nothing.