[december 1936]
All I want for Christmas is Maria de Madeiros pretending to be Anais Nin.
Seasonal drama, courtesy Miz Anais Nin:
Christmas Night as the Poisson d'Or. Caviar and vodka. Tzigane songs, fiery dances, emotional orgy with Russian friends and Helene R., until five in the morning. A Russian breaking glasses against his own head. They are not ashamed to weep. Five-thirty and we are out in the boulevards, wide awake. Helene wants to walk. We will go and have breakfast. Where? We are sitting in Melody's bar. The orchestra is Argentine. Only a few Negro women and a few men left. It is six-thirty in the morning. The orchestra plays a paso doble. I get up and dance alone, incited by the musicians and the Negro women. It is seven in the morning. The dawn is blue. The feeling always that this may be the last night of pleasure, the last night of drinking vodka, dancing, laughing. That soon it may be cannons, and alarms, and bombardments, war, and blood, and horror.
--- p. 148, "The Diary of Anais Nin, Volume II, 1934-1939"
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