Vidal slept with Anaïs Nin and enjoyed close friendships with women including Claire Bloom and Joanne Woodward.
For Joanne, in entering the tent, had uncovered her face; it was not grief that he saw there, but the soul of a woman new-born.
For an hour after Joanne had gone into her tent Aldous sat silent and watchful.
It seemed the most natural thing in the world for him to call her Joanne now.
"A quarter after three," repeated Joanne, and the words came steadily from her lips.
It was Joanne herself, her strange quest, its final outcome.
