Derek Freeman was overturner, reality check, the free enquirer. His biographer called him the heretic. Derek was only following his own precepts. A life discloses the competitions that secretly motivate people. Margaret Mead found an island that, quite considerately, proved her advanced theories. People love a happy paradise to embrace, like April; Derek reminded them there’s also July. He was the giver and taker of competition. His portraitist makes him a Victorian mage, the noble opposition staring down received wisdom, ready to call on contraries to prosecute his case: the island told Margaret what she wanted to hear. And Derek.