One night after supper, Salvador Dalí, Federico García Lorca and [Sebastià Gasch] entered a cabaret in the Plaza del Teatro which, if I remember correctly, was called Monaco. After a lively conversation, in the course of which Dalí expatiated on the need to adapt classical music to jazz, Lorca got up and took his leave of us saying: “I’m off. I want to go to bed early. Tomorrow I’m going to attend solemn high mass in the Cathedral.” "What a perfume of ancient splendor!" he added, showing the whites of his eyes, while over his delicate lips there strayed a slight smile.
"I’m more interested in this olive," Dalí broke in, pointing with his forefinger to one on the table.
Dalí’s obsession with the “micrographically small” and his profound anti-Catholicism lost no opportunity at the time to voice themselves.
(Commentary by Sebastià Gasch, quoted by Ian Gibson in his biography, Federico García Lorca: A Life)