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. . . Luddites Were Those Frenzied Traditionalists Of The Early 19th Century Who Toured [england] Wrecking New Weaving Machines On The Theory That If They Were Destroyed . . . Old Jobs And Old Ways Of Life Could Be Preserved . . . At Certain Times In His Life Each Man Is Tempted To Become A Luddite, For There Is Always Something He Would Like To Go Back To. But To Be Against All Change-against Change In The Abstract-is Folly.

We Risk Great Peril If We Kill Off This Spirit Of Adventure, For We Cannot Predict How And In What Seemingly Unrelated Fields It Will Manifest Itself. A Nation That Loses Its Forward Thrust Is In Danger, And One Of The Most Effective Ways To Retain That Thrust Is To Keep Exploring Possibilities. The Sense Of Exploration Is Intimately Bound Up With Human Resolve, And For A Nation To Believe That It Is Still Committed To A Forward Motion Is To Ensure Its Continuance.

The Chief Character In This Narrative Is The Caribbean Sea, One Of The World's Most Alluring Bodies Of Water, A Rare Gem Among The Oceans, Defined By The Islands That Form A Chain Of Lovely Jewels To The North And East

It Heartens Me To Think Of Verdi Who Composed Thundering Operas In His Eighties; Michelangelo Who Did Fine Work In His Ninetieth Year, And Titian, Who Painted Better Than Ever In His One Hundredth.

During My Lifetime I Have Met Dozens Of Writers And Photographers In Dozens Of Different Countries. But I Have Encountered No One Who Could Both Write And Photograph With The Artistry Of Robert Vavra.