As I sat into my office one day, a man stepped into my doorway and stared at a point on the wall behind me and just above my head. Although I'd never met the man, I knew his distinctive face: it was Jean Giraud, a.k.a. Moebius, and he was staring at a drawing of Wonder Woman by José Luis.
He inched his way into my office and behind my desk until he was just in front of the drawing. He shifted his glasses down off his nose to get a better look at the drawing: after a moment, he turned to me.
"This García López", he asked "he uses models, no?"
"No", I answered.
"Son of a bitch!" Moebius hissed. He didn't need to say another word.
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