I hardly want to say this – I want some sustainability.

Not fly-by-nights.

Not stereotypes.

Not differences, one year to the next, or one season to the next, or one – I keep on forgetting the words, but ‘era’ might do here – one era to the next.

I’m old enough to remember the truths of – years ago now.

How they change.  The magazines exhort the latest things – what to reach for; what is currently desirable; let’s change our minds about a few things and call it progress.

A dead-end here; a dead loss.

A misunderstanding so acute as to cut.