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Whatever the truth of the matter, the Germans was seeing existed objectively and was not a product of his altered state. Urgent, impertinent birds flung outlandish cries in the tangled vegetation, guinea fowl and hairy rats scampered away before them, powerful yellow pumas kept watch from rock ledges. And the condor soared pensively over the abysses.

After all, art was his secret. He had conquered it, although at an exorbitant price. He had paid with everything else in his life, so why not the accident and the subsequent transformation? In the game of repetitions and permutations, he could conceal him-self even in his new state, and function unseen like any other avatar of the artist. Repetitions: in other words, the history of art.

But looking back one last time, the grandeur of the Andes reared, wild and enigmatic, excessively wild and enigmatic. For a few days now, descend-ing steadily, they had felt an exhausting heat closing around them. While his soul dreamt on, contem-plating that universe of rock from the last lookout, Rugendas's body was bathed in sweat.