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...Paris, Dali found the sight of "a legless blind man sitting in his little cart," tapping the sidewalk "with a boundless self-assurance," so repugnant that he "went up to the blind man and . . . gave him a kick that sent him scooting all the way across the Boulevard Edgar-Quinet...
...fetishistic crutches featured in so many Dali paintings may be traced to a crutch which he found in the attic of a tower from which he had planned to push a girl. Says Dali: "It was the first time in my life that I saw a crutch. . . . The superb crutch! Already it appeared to me as the object possessing the height of authority and solemnity. [It] communicated to me an assurance, an arrogance even, which I had never been capable of until then...
...Alfonso XIII paid a visit to Madrid's School of Fine Arts. Unknown to the King, students were rushed from room to room to give the monarch the impression that the school was packed. Dali declares that he was so infuriated by this insult to the King that he waited until the school was empty, locked himself in the sculpture classroom, turned the faucet on full force. Says Dali: "My idea was very simple: to cause a great inundation of plaster. I used all the four sacks of plaster that were in the room. . . . As the [plaster] was greatly...
...Vienna, Sigmund Freud was invariably "out of town for reasons of health" whenever Dali sought an interview. Dali "held long imaginary conversations with Freud," saw him one night "clinging to the curtains of my room in the Hotel Sacher." Several years later Dali was eating snails in a French town, suddenly saw a newspaper photograph of Freud. Dali uttered a loud cry. Says he: "I had just that instant discovered the morphological secret of Freud! Freud's cranium is a snail!" Dali eventually met Freud. But only when Dali's voice "became involuntarily sharper and more insistent . . . before...
Fanatic or not, there is no doubt that Dali can turn it on with words as well as paint. Writes he of the kitchen in his boyhood home: "Behind the partly open kitchen door I would hear the scurrying of those bestial women with red hands; I would catch glimpses of their heavy rumps and their hair straggling like manes; and out of the heat and confusion that rose from the conglomeration of sweaty women, scattered grapes, boiling oil, fur plucked from rabbits' armpits, scissors spattered with mayonnaise, kidneys, and the warble of canaries-out of that whole conglomeration...