I doubt the existence of any perfection, although I am for trying the rise to this impossible and would take measures from such failure rather than from the convenience of a safe but mundane success. (l do not deplore success.) I would experience ever deeper, and endeavour to give out from this experience. My photographs at best hold only a small strength, but through them I would suggest and criticise and illuminate and try to give compassionate understanding. And through the passion given into my photographs (no matter how quiet) I would call out for a spiritualisation that would create strength and healing and purpose, as teacher and surgeon and entertainer, and would give comment upon man's place and preservation within this new age. a terrible and exciting age. And with passion. Passiont yes, as passion is in all great searches and is necessary to all creative endeavours— whether of statesman, or scientist, or artist, or freedom, or devil— and Don Juan may have been without passion, for sex and sentiment and violence can very much be without passion. Question this? Take note of the values around you, everywhere thrust upon you— and wade awhile, with this question in thought, through publications and publications from cover to cover.