This short story reminded me of Kerouac's Desolation Angeles except the desolation does not seep through every page but it comes out from time to time in a funny way. Reviglio is a Columbia PhD, has a passion for snakes, and a totally Freudian interpretation of astrophysical instruments. He is now a painter, photographer and writer in an economically depressed Europe. After all, history tells us that during times of falling currency or at least during the application of a pungent austerity lotion on its face humanity forges some of its greatest artists. Actually that is probably wrong. The point of the story is that Reviglio leaves science for art, and it all has to do with snakes, beer, the desert, an Arizona wild man - keeper of a good looking but inadequate telescope. Science 0 Art 1. Actually science and art are very similar searchers for truth among data that are often confusing. Check out "The Cosmic Sucker".