In 1973 when I arrived as a observer at the Warburg Institute in London.

In 1973 when I arrived as a observer at the Warburg Institute in London, eminences brushed shoulders in the dim corridors and mumbl throughout Jaffa cakes in the tearoom. The director, E H Gombrich, bestrode the lively and quarrelsome world of art-historical scholarship like an amiable Viennese colossus. each lecture he offered became a public fact His fellow emigres A. A. Barb and Otto Kurz yet less celebrated outside the Institute, were revered--and feared--within it for their mastery of forgotten lore of each kind. Frances Yates and D R Walker, the pair British but as staggeringly learned as their continental colleagues,