I was given a beautiful art book on Egon Schiele a few years ago by an artistically inclined friend, and recently pulled it out and started flicking through the pictures and sketches. Mr. Schiele featured heavily in Don Rigoberto’s Notebooks, and was brilliantly drawn out by the author. It was as if he was helping me see the sketches by describing and illustrating in my mind what Mr. Schiele had done on paper. Words trump images, or more accurately, open my mind to see what is clearly before them. Looking at the images, at the portraits especially, I was struck by the way he drew hands; narrow, spidery digits extending elongate from delicate hands and boney wrists. Knuckles protuberant, a level of detail missing from the elegant and haunting figures that reclined and lay about.