ABSTRACT
On my second day in Australia on a Fulbright grant, unaware that my predecessor had operated a laundry service instead of doing his scholarly project, I was introduced to Henry Mayer. Doubtful that I or my work would amount to much, or so it seemed to me then, the Professor, with an air of resignation, took me on a lightning tour of some thirteen (or was it only nine) libraries in Sydney. The reader may wish to regard what follows as the product, like the fabled monkey at the typewriter, of mixing the contents of all these libraries in random fashion. However, I do hold Henry to blame for setting the impossibly high standards that have kept my head in a whirl every since our first encounter.
