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offer; Picasso's mother accepted, and he brought about thirty drawingsback to Paris. When the exhibition opened in a gallery in St.-Germain-des-Pres, Picasso arrived and went from drawing to drawing,reminiscing over each one and clearly very moved. Yet theminute he left, he went straight to the police and denounced bothArtigas and the dealer. Artigas had his picture in the newspaperunder the headline "International Crook"!Don't ask me my opinions about art, because I don't have any.Aesthetic concerns have played a relatively minor role in my life,and I have to smile when a critic talks, for example, of my "palette."I find it impossible to spend hours in galleries analyzing and gesticulating.Where Picasso's concerned, his legendary facility is obvious,but sometimes I'm repelled by it. I can't stand Guernica (which Inonetheless helped to hang). Everything about it makes me uncomfortablethegrandiloquent technique as well as the way it politicizesart. Both Albert! and Jose Bergamin share my aversion; in fact,all three of us would be delighted to blow up the painting, but Isuppose we're too old to start playing with explosives.La Coupole did not yet exist, but we went regularly to the otherMontparnasse cafes~the Dome, the Rotonde, the Select- wellas the popular cabarets in the neighborhood. There was one annualevent, however, which I wanted desperately to attend, Le Bal desQuat'zarts, organized by the nineteen divisions of the Academic desBeaux-Arts. Painter friends were constantly describing it as the mostfabulous and original orgy of the year. I managed to get an introductionto one of the organizers, who sold me a pair of large, ornate,and very expensive tickets. A group of us decided to go togethermyfriend Juan Vicens from Saragossa; the sculptor Jok de Creekand his wife; a Chilean whose name I've forgotten; his woman friend;and me. The student who'd sold me the tickets told us we could getin as pan of the St.-Julien atelier.When the magic night finally arrived, we began with dinner ina restaurant, during which one of the St.-Julien students rose, placedhis testicles delicately on a plate, and made a full circle of the room.