‘To remarks overheard, and to things unexpectedly seen, particularly in hot weather, of which I have had more than my fill, I have given a finality, going well beyond what their content, however dramatic, might warrant.’

That sentence, with its careful exactitude (slightly laborious because of all those commas) and the disconcerting oddness of ‘particularly in hot weather’, gives a hint of what an odd book this is.

Richard Wollheim's background was far from likely to produce the distinguished philosopher he became. His fastidiously dandified father, born to a rich Jewish family in Breslau, was a theatrical impresario who worked closely with Diaghilev and brought