Not a peseta in cash remained in Dalí's bank accounts. But there were three hundred million dollars in works of art

'I won't tell,' he promised, turning to leave, and one had to remember he was a liar who always told the truth.

Velázquez wig

Only Arturo Caminada wept. Openly. Manly. For forty years he had served you as driver, handyman, man's man, as lover long ago for Gala, the wife you loved beyond the distance of touch or desire. For forty years he answered your call only to be omitted from the will so cleverly written to confuse and cretinize. A surrealist gesture.

I knew why the mayor wanted to keep you in Figueras. It was where you were born, after all, where you had died, where you went to school, where you terrified your little sister and worried the notary, your father, proud and bemused by the genius son he had named in memory of the brother you never knew, the Salvador who died in childhood and haunted

You must build bridges to the mainland and follow me through the invisible passages that join the waking and dream states and lead to the realm where all contradictions reach a hyper-lucidity of irrationality. Dalí has merged the unconscious with the conscious through the submarine of the subconscious.'

Gala's predator eyes surveyed the scene like a hungry person looking at a menu. Like Don Salvador, she liked skinny, handsome young beaux with slim waists and broad chests and liked them more if they could play the piano. Gala seemed strangely normal among the exotics in a plain suit and her hair in the black bow Coco Chanel had given her. I never

And I remember you telling us how you first met the plastics millionaire, your most famous collector, a man with his very own Dalí museum in St Petersburg, Florida. It was at the St Regis Hotel in New York in the 1950s, the innocent years. In the pee-pee room, naturally. They stood side by side in the row of polished white urinals. 'What was he

He had the most incredible memory. He could quote reams of poetry, opera, street songs, minute details on the most complex of subjects. He played the fool and when people treated him as one he stunned them to silence with his brilliance.