Where Sergei Diaghilev told artists, " Etonnez-moi "--surprise me--Jean Cocteau, France's artistic chameleon, went a step further, suggesting that artists should "throw a bomb." Cocteau took his own advice, creating and then destroying elaborate styles and theories, not only in his plays, novels, films and librettos for opera, but in his life. In these pages, Cocteau admonishes himself for having thrived upon and solicited public attention: "Instead of understanding that the audience is made up of four-legged animals who flap their front paws one against the other, I allowed myself to be seduced by applause. . . . I committed the crime of letting myself be hurt by the insults and of considering the praise as my due." Cocteau changes his basic ideology, too: Freud's sexual theories, once disturbingly simplistic to Cocteau, are used liberally and sincerely in the chapter, "On Criminal Innocence."