47.) I am sworn to secrecy as to how Lancelot arrived at the distant end of the reservoir. He and Duke and Duke’s girlfriend drove across the Mars-like wilds of Argentina in a rented Peugeot. There was a crumbling bridge, an endless, agoraphobic bumping hillside dirt road, a wooden signpost, a boulder-strewn dry river bed, and finally a peninsula of golden moss plunging into the azure glass amid walls of stone.