Rober Morris

  • Aligned with Nazca


    “I am not of the big world, I am of the little world,” was an old refrain with Murphy, and a conviction, two convictions, the negative first.

    —Samuel Beckett, Murphy


    PERU. COASTAL DESERT, MOUNTAINS, JUNGLE. West to east in that order. Military junta of the left. Communized haciendas, nationalized utilities. Attempting to avoid Allende’s unworkable democracy. In six years Pizarro got it all with 200 men and 80 horses. Half the population still Indian. Languages dying out unrecorded. One road, the Panamerican highway, south from Lima through the sand. Here and there an oasis. Where