The more I read and the more I see the more I am persuaded as to the inescapability of Albert Camu’s metaphor for human existence of Sisyphus’s inexorable fate. As a teenager I read Desmond Morris’s Naked Ape and was amused by the zoologist’s study of man as an animal species. It was only much later as an adult that the grim truth of this analogy became apparent to me. I was once struck by the thought of how mankind might appear to an observing alien consciousness. And once I saw man as the herd animal that he surely is, I was never able to erase the horror of this image from my mind. It was one of those thoughts that you wish you never had, but once it has broken through the threshold of consciousness there is no going back.