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Introduction	I think I speak for all of us when I say that Billy Myshkin was a mentor to us. But more than that he was the glue that held us together, the intoxicating fumes of which could inspire flights of fancy – vast, spiralling peregrinations of wonder or, occasionally, bouts of nausea. He was our mahatma: father, brother, lover, fearsome sun and middling racing tipster. After The Great Collapse and the subsequent destruction of his work, both here on this Blog and on the vengeful bonfires of his detractors, it is left to us survivors to carry his name forward for future generations (if any can be bothered being born after such a terrible loss) and continue the mass debate that only Billy could encapsulate for us – tossing issues this way and that - in that formidable brain, between those appropriately question mark-shaped ears. By all means express your feelings here. All I ask is that you remember the civilities and the words of his beloved Cicero: “I wonder that a soothsayer doesn’t laugh whenever he sees another soothsayer.” - Imelda V. (fellow traveller)

Introduction

I think I speak for all of us when I say that Billy Myshkin was a mentor to us. But more than that he was the glue that held us together, the intoxicating fumes of which could inspire flights of fancy – vast, spiralling peregrinations of wonder or, occasionally, bouts of nausea. He was our mahatma: father, brother, lover, fearsome sun and middling racing tipster. After The Great Collapse and the subsequent destruction of his work, both here on this Blog and on the vengeful bonfires of his detractors, it is left to us survivors to carry his name forward for future generations (if any can be bothered being born after such a terrible loss) and continue the mass debate that only Billy could encapsulate for us – tossing issues this way and that - in that formidable brain, between those appropriately question mark-shaped ears. By all means express your feelings here. All I ask is that you remember the civilities and the words of his beloved Cicero: “I wonder that a soothsayer doesn’t laugh whenever he sees another soothsayer.” - Imelda V. (fellow traveller)