—mainly so I could share a glass and perhaps a meal with one of my dearest friends I have never met. Bookseller, philosopher, writer (the music of whose prose rivals that of Thomas Hardy and Llewelyn Powys), papa to the polydactyl Alfie and the late and most beloved Fanny. Deloney, the happiest of birthdays to you.
Of course I had to celebrate your day with music. Here are two geniuses for you.