Backwards across the Frontier

Abstract

The title I have chosen for this piece was not intended to be fanciful: I was searching for some phrase which would capture the “Who? Me?” sensation I experienced when Peter Nicholls suggested I might contribute to this series. I felt deeply flattered — who wouldn’t? — but I was also conscious of the sort of misgivings familiar to a man who arrives at a party and finds he is wearing the wrong clothes. Let me try to explain what I mean.