ABSTRACT
T he stories David told me led to personal consequences. Th is was inevi-table. He familiarized me with the Elizabethan Simon Forman and with the contemporary English historian A. L. Rouse, and these introductions prevented me from being embarrassingly mute at a don’s luncheon in Peterhouse College, Cambridge. I must begin my story somewhere, but where? How far back shall I go? Time seems to run linearly, but connections to people and to events get all mixed up in my mind, especially as time goes by.
