Excerpt from G.V.Desani's foreword(!) to his All About H.Hatterr I wanted to worship beauty. Sane reflection, and I realised that beauty costs, expense and effort. Even the wish to see the sun set in the Himalayas was a wish unfulfilled without a ticket to, boarding the very early train to, and the uphill climbing. Why trouble? Why not dream instead ? Convinced, I provided me an arm-chair, and induced experience. Thus I realised Beauty, and Beauty-experience. Such visions. My late father, heard of this. He walked me into my corner of the house, tactics! and offered to cut me off with a shilling. Which threat was my cue to speak.