Diary of a Genius 1952-1964), follows by My Secret Life, reveals a daily Dal, with an extraordinary authenticity, a kind of portrait of Dal naked, covered with great delight in the mirror before which hes standing. But what is obvious is that Dal not only loves his reflection: in him, and far beyond his own image, are the big questions that agitated the mind of genius that he never doubted he was. As hes not afraid of the words, he plays with them with pleasure, tainted them with an irresistible humor.