As of late, I have been ploughing through my Residua in search of pieces about climate change and the future of mankind (“What Is to Be Done?” July 25, 2014). I use a plethora of search words and phrases, and I come up with a wide variety of pertinent pieces. I started with the obvious, such as “global warming,” but I have moved toward the personal, such as “sandals,” which sheds quite a bit of light on my own experience of climate change. Slowly but surely, the new book is taking shape. There is no need to rush anything, for a publisher on a white horse has long been history, but I expect it to be complete by the end of this month. In the worst case, I can put the book on the Ca’ Bon Gallery website, where all the others can be found already. Anyhow, I am learning a great deal as I plough along. The most interesting thing that has come to my mind only this morning is that the subject of climate change coincides in my writings with that of Motovun. Prior to my move from Reading, Berkshire, I was as good as oblivious to it. And that entices nothing but shame on my part. How could I have been so blind to the world around me before the turn of the millennium?