Back to the Périgord, an inexhaustible nostalgia-ride: Yers truly gazing out over the Dordogne valley from the escarpment of Domme, July 1989. Beyond the horizon the world was changing, as it is, again, today. Meanwhile, the word-artist has only himself to contemplate, regardless of what's before him. So this could be called "Boylan gazing out upon his navel."