EDITORIAL

Humankind stumbles and lurches from disaster to disaster, way beyond disaster prone. Things have now become massively critical. What we have here is an addiction, a death wish. In fact disaster is just the localised weather, with us all the time plus or minus English natter, and bears the same relation to global catastrophe as a passing shower or bright interval does to discernible seasonal patterns. Daily events make the Chapman brothers model Hell seem tame.