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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.

“The physiognomic procedure sustained his undiminished skill. The charmingly intimate landscapes of San Luis provided ideal subjects for his convalescent exercises. Nature, in its nineteen vegetal phases, adapted itself to his perception, enveloped with Edenic light: a morphine landscape.”