“Three hours later—some part of which I’d spent fearing for the life of the 76-year-old artist when he fell off a table during an extended force-feeding session—sat down with the two performers over red wine and pizza. I was grateful not only that Paul and Lilith had showered extensively before dinner, but also that the two—perhaps the greatest, most convincing, and most abysmally terrifying pair since Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton—were now in a state of absolute lightness. All the perturbance from that afternoon had evaporated. They seemed free and familiar, like 8-year-old best friends at a birthday party, and you could tell from the faces of the other dinner guests that their catharsis had clearly rubbed off.”
