Tippet frowned as he and Burgess examined the painting. "I don't get it."
"I think it's marvelous," said Burgess.
"It's paint splatters. Not even a shape. It was literally painted by a monkey."
"He's an orangutan, not a monkey." Burgess clucked his tongue. "I think it speaks to something primal in the artistic form."
"And I think you're a gullible idiot. This is nonsense."
Burgess glared. "Or genius. You can't be certain."
In the glass fronted room beside them, the orange-furred ape dipped his long fingers into the pots of color and dabbed at a canvas. He might have been smiling.
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