Reading a biography of Alice Prin (better known as Kiki) and I am already exhausted by her boyfriend: "Man Ray subscribed to the idea that a romantic relationship was a kind of war, and the winner was whoever revealed less of himself to the other."
This reminds me that as much as I love reading about 1920s Paris, I would have lasted about five minutes in a conversation with the ilk of Man Ray and Ernest Hemingway before I lost all patience with their macho nonsense.