hough did he manage to draw those lines but break free of the stone and take to the air. how could he or was it she? or was it she? please, question, was it she? came from a conversation i had in santa fe at the museum, marvelous museum they had there in santa fe. we were the three visiting the museum, and we were talking about the so-called historic art, and this artist -- why not? perhaps it was a woman? and that's why i thought, this is a good story that deserves to be written, and later on i went on writing, and writing a story, writing 10, 12, 15 times the same story, and cutting and cutting, and till the moment in which i think i feel -- feel-think that the words there deserve to exist. or they tried to be better than silence. >> host: that story affected me a lot because i have always been fascinated by the cave paintings and what struck me most that made me think was of course the beauty, but i was thinking of the intellectual capacity because often we think of primitive man as primitive, as if his brain wasn't as good as our brain, wasn't as smart as we are. i wa