…Edmund Goulding, the director, invited me for a weekend at his desert retreat above Palm Springs. I arrived hot and dusty after a long drive and Goulding pointed the way to his swimming pool in the palm trees below.
“Go and cool off,” he ordered.
As I neared the pool it became apparent that standing in the shallow end was a naked female figure. As this incident took place in the mid-thirties the reader will understand that I retreated to the house and asked my host to clarify the situation.
“Oh!” he said, “it’s only Garbo…she’s staying somewhere down there and uses the pool when she feels like it.”