Ladies and Gentlemen, your kindness over many years has left me feeling deeply grateful, but really embarrassed as I tried to prepare a speech for this occasion. Now I also understand better why non-legal people feel awkward in attempting to compose a Will. Nevertheless, it is curiously sweet for me to be giving this Presidential Address of 1978 in London, Ontario. The context balances and almost cancels out a sour occasion about a decade ago in London, England when I told my mother that I had decided to follow my sister and her family in 1968 to live in Edmonton, Canada. My mother, an American then living in Britain, replied with the question: “Johnny, why do you want to spend your life in a third-rate country?”. It was here in London, Ontario that Roberts Butts had already set out to build an internationally first-rate Department of Philosophy by making uncommonly intelligent use of taxpayers' money. Not far away in Stratford, Ontario a man who is rumoured to have proposed once to an aunt of mine had long since shown what uncommonly intelligent use of taxpayers' money could do for Canadian theatre.