Here, in Lorrain's poisoned little jewel of a tale (The Man Who Made Wax Heads) the consummate achievement of decadent art is caught in miniature. The genius of the artist entangles perpetrators and victims in a sticky web of perverse delights, in which exploitation becomes collusion, the ripples of guilt spread outward, and the real criminal slips away. In the end, responsibility is lodged firmly with the consumer, forced he must confess by his own perverse desires, to buy into the values of this particularly black market.
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