Ars Gratia Artis 62
TASCHEN LIMITED EDITIONS 2020
This time I had to lie on the floor and remain absolutely still. I would ruin the scene if I couldn’t control my breathing. My back was bare to the waist. I could hear a lion’s claws scratching the floor as the trainer led him in on a leash. Then I could hear another trainer whisper to Mr. De Mille, who came and knelt beside me. “I must ask you something for your own safety,” he whispered. “You’re not menstruating, are you?” “No,” I replied very softly. He stood up and said to the trainer, “We can proceed. Everything’s fine.”