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.
