It has seemed to me for some time that one of my preoccupations was really only a hobby-horse, in the sense that Laurence Sterne describes that of Uncle Toby in Tristram Shandy, for it has seemed to be of ‘great singularity’ as if I ‘might have travelled from York to Dover, — from Dover to Penzance in Cornwall, and from Penzance to York back again, and not have seen such another upon the road’. I am thinking of my preoccupation with what I identified as the need for a library, or libraries, in Britain, devoted to contemporary art, and open to the public. I aired the idea in Studio International in May 1973, but received no feedback.