Toward evening we came into downtown Los Angeles - perhaps the ugliest city on earth. It was a Saturday night, and the streets were swarming with drunks. We saw three sailors carrying a girl into a house, as though they were going to eat her alive. From the hotel, we telephoned Chris Wood. "How wonderful," he said, "to hear an effeminate British voice!"
Christopher Isherwood, Diaries, 17 May 1939.