BEATRICE WOOD: Well, it was . . . he's changed. I told him that to change the thing. And Roche loved Marcel, too, and I used to dream of Marcel and Roche. And Roche would just laugh and say, "Oh, you're in love with him." And the three of us, for I don't know whether it was a year, a year and a half, were very close. And, of course, we put out The Blind Man together. Then Marcel introduced me to the Arensbergs. They were in the house below him, I mean the apartment. They were in the same apartment building on West 67th Street. And I was at their house, oh, probably three times a week at evenings. Marvelous evenings. But unfortunately I was so much in love I never paid any attention to the discussions about art. It didn't mean anything to me. And so I have very little that I can contribute. I can say this: The great ball for which Marcel had me make a poster -- and I have a copy of it still . . . We all left at around three o'clock in the morning and went back to the Arensbergs for refreshments. Mrs. Arensberg, Lou, always brought out trays of all kinds of liquor and she didn't drink and I didn't drink, so she had also trays of chocolate eclairs. This was continual. And then it was so late I hesitated to go home because my parents knew when the door was unlatched. They would wake up. So Marcel said, "Why don't you all come up to my room." So Mina Loy, Demuth, there were five of us, myself and Marcel, all went up and slept on his bed fully clothed.