'Orlando Furioso' by Ludovico Ariosto is a very famous epic and is almost completely set in a wood. 'Women, knives, arms, loves I sing..' wrote the poet: how many things! I remember girl bodies, dog, mushrooms and, above all, trees. The young Timothy writes very well, in perfect English, recalls John Keats, is active and serious. At the moment I write almost completely in Italian, what's more unpublished stuff. I'm going to read some lines by Mr Venard, Happy New Year.