The Unblinking Model of Portlligat

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The door of the white house in Portlligat swings open before you can knock, and the smell of turpentine and sea salt rolls out like a wave. Salvador Dalí stands in the doorway, moustache waxed to two impossible points, an ocelot on a lead in one hand and a palette knife in the other. 'Ah! The stranger from the beach. Come, come — you are late to your own immortality.