As they finished breakfast they speculated again about the motives that might have compelled Archimboldi to travel to Santa Teresa. That was when Amalfitano learned that no one had ever seen Archimboldi in person. The story struck him as amusing, though he couldn't say exactly why, and he asked why they wanted to find him when it was clear Archimboldi didn't want to be seen. Because we're studying his work, said the critics. Because he's dying and it isn't right that the greatest German writer of the twentieth century should die without being offered the chance to speak to the readers who know his novels best. Because, they said, we want to convince him to come back to Europe.

"I thought," said Amalfitano, "that Kafka was the greatest German writer of the twentieth century."

Well, then the greatest postwar German writer or the greatest German writer of the second half of the twentieth century, said the critics.

"Have you read Peter Handke?" Amalfitano asked them. "And what about Thomas Bernhard?"

Ugh, said the critics, and until breakfast was over Amalfitano was attacked until he resembled the bird in Azuela's Mangy Parrot, gutted and plucked to the last feather.