It's hard to tell whether my addiction to A Dance to the Music of Time is something to worry about.
Is it a bit like spending too much time at one's club, when a more adventurous approach to social life might introduce me to ‘new people’? (‘Dread phrase’, as Wallace Arnold might have said.) Probably. But one of the pleasures of old age is that you no longer feel shame at basking in the familiar. Open any volume of Dance and you know you will not be disappointed.
