Looking over four decades of my ruminations about all and sundry, I am sorry that I have not written more from the beginning. Every piece of mine provides a hook of sorts where to hang a possible addendum at a later date (Addendum III, July 9, 1996, to “On Meta-Literature,” December 21, 1978). And the more hooks, the better (“To Write or Not to Write,” December 26, 2000). Sadly, this was not obvious to me from the beginning. The first yearbook of my Residua thus contains nineteen pieces of writing only, whereas the last one boasts of one-thousand and four-hundred of them. Hooks galore, to be sure. The first twenty yearbooks are rather sparse, the next ten are much more plentiful, but the last ten will provide me with all the hooks I may wish to hang onto in the years to come. This is where the bulk of the addenda will perforce go in the future. Whence my lament, of course. Had I had a clearer picture of where my magnum opus was taking me from the beginning, it would have been bristling with hooks from yearbook to yearbook. Boo-hoo!