In the middle of a serious discussion between Richard and Joaquin, he began to laugh. Seeing the perplexity on Richard’s face, he said, “I’m not laughing at you, Richard, but I just can’t help myself. I don’t care a bit who’s right. I’m too happy. I’m just so happy right at this moment, with all the colors around me, the fire in the fireplace, the good dinner, the wine, the whole moment is so wonderful, so wonderful…” He talked slowly, as if enjoying his own words. He installed himself completely in the present. He appeared gentle and candid. He admitted he had only come because Richard’s promise of a good dinner. But now he wanted to know the whole house, everyone living in it, what each one did, and asked question after question with casual unrelentingness. Henry Miller talked with Joaquin about music, about his compositions and his concerts. He went to shake my mother’s hand, he visited the garden, looked over the books. He was full of curiosity.
— The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1934