Elated by the piece about the intrepid Jews and the missing bourgeoisie in Hungary and Croatia in the Nineteenth Century, which I just posted on the World Wide Web, I am thinking about my many splendid discoveries in the past. The devil as animal comes first. The inevitable return to prehistory, or posthistory, as a consequence of climate change and upcoming glaciation comes next. The link between modern art and cave art through mysticism rooted in shamanism follows easily. Indeed, many of my discoveries have to do with the animal roots of the human species. Live roots, and kicking. And exploring roots is radical by definition, as the etymology of the word shows perfectly clearly. Yes, I remain a radical. Somewhat tamed by life, but a staunch radical nonetheless. Elated by yet another discovery, I remember the glorious title of my magnum opus. Indeed, the richest pickings are forever in the remains. The old Latin word in the title only adds to the palpable joy that is flooding my, well, animal mind.