I first met K at Bernard Bromage’s flat in London in 1937. 1 After some correspondence, he took me to his music studio in Bloomsbury Square and played to me. I was completely and utterly overwhelmed by the beauty of his music. I have been overwhelmed by the beauty of his music ever since: “Beauty that is more wisdom than the wise,” as John Masefield has it; 2 “Which, without passing thro’ the Judgment, gains / The Heart and all its End at once 89attains”, as Alexander Pope has it. 3 Incidentally, K was greatly attracted to Pope, with whom he had a good deal in common.