No.64: Scribble Scribble. Every once in a while, he'd take what Truman Capote once called (in Breakfast at Tiffany's) "a wild boyish fling at writing." It never came to much.

No.63. Artist Agonistes. There were books--like H.G. Wunderlich's brilliant and perverse The Secret of Crete (1974)--about which he felt so divided he came to feel the division physically, as if he had become a pair of bookends, holding up the contentious book.. .

No.62: Red Cabbage. His dalliance with French Classicism at an end, he turned his sculptural attentions to the absorbing world of Chinoiserie, carving a huge Napa Cabbage from plaster and painting it in a brick-red hue that evoked--so he hoped--the reds of Chinese lacquerwork. Despite its colour, the piece reminded him of Hokusai's Great Wave.