On the origins of Wife to Mr. Milton: “I'd always hated Milton, from earliest childhood, and I wanted to find out the reason. I found it. His jealousy. It's present in all his poems . . . ”

“Appreciation of art is a moral erection; otherwise mere dilettantism. I believe sexuality is the basis of all friendship.”

The picnic was to be held at the hospital farm. The farm was a mile or two from the red brick buildings on the hospital grounds. There was a dairy, and a barn for the cows. And in this barn, in another section, the draft horses were stabled. 

On the table was a volume of Rembrandt reproductions, and a box of English cigarettes—one of which is eventually smoked by Mme. Cuttoli who does not know one goes outside to smoke in order not to stimulate the desire to smoke in Picasso. In the thousands of photographs, he always had a cigarette in his mouth or fingers.

William Fifield put on his deerstalking cap and went off in search of the black-winged redbird Pablo Picasso. He turned up some clues out of which every man may reconstruct his own oiseau.