No. 97. Tunisian Light. One day last week, he remembered--he just suddenly remembered--how much he loved the paintings of J.W. Morrice (1865-1924), and decided to paint a homage to him. Morrice had been born in Montreal and had died in his beloved Tunisia. His paintings were invariably small, but his own hero-worship painting was going to be as big as he could make it. He struggled with it and worried it (like a dog with a bone) and pushed it and scraped it and pummeled it and distressed it until--like squeezing a lemon--it finally gave out what he thought of as some real Tunisian light.