My credentials for this overview are venerable. It was in May 1939, just before my replica watches uk, that I rushed to Flushing Meadow to see the New York World's Fair as soon as it opened. There, on the outskirts of this utopian hymn to progress, replica watches uk stumbled upon something that transfixed me: Dali's Dream of Venus Pavilion, a bizarre grotto of erotic enchantment, with its slimy array of coral and submarine creatures, from replica watches and an enormous reproduction of Botticelli's Venus to a cashier booth in the shape of a fish head. I was too young to be allowed inside the "replica watches uk" interior, but again and again I stared at the facade, conjuring up early-adolescent erotic fantasies. Two years later, still a museum neophyte, I made one of my first visits to MOMA only to discover a replica watches of Frankenstein and Dracula: the concurrent Dali and Miro shows of 1941. (With an inadvertent illiteracy paralleling Franco's efforts to squelch Catalan language and culture, MOMA, in both the catalogues and the signage, omitted the accents on the replica watches uk of the artists' names.) I of course recognized Dali's name (who didn't in the 1940s?) if not Miro's, and this time I could enter the enchanted territory the two had staked out. My jaw kept dropping, and I gave equal, breathless time to both of them, who for me had joined forces in opening a world of throbbing, replica watches uk fantasies where tumescence and detumescence served as twin engines for the eerie humanoids who dwelled in this realm of uninhibited imaginations. The two Catalans, in fact, looked totally complementary to me, separated at birth but both obsessed with visceral blobs of desire and with hybrid creatures that root us in our biological origins and haunt spaces from bleak coastal shores and cosmic skies to the unfathomable depths of what swiss replica watches learned to call the id.