In this ignorant land of dark honkings, weird mutterings & wombat calls - out of the olive grove steps at last, a slender, upright figure of Classical purity. Of course. Who else could it ever have been but Stephen holding out as an offering his scroll of Elysian music? What a relief. And what a gracious, ungrudging tribute to my compatriots. As the heart-stopping curve of 'Here, there & everwhere' uncoils in one's head, these old Brit eyes grow wet with poignant memory & gratitude. Scottie B.