It’s not often that a piece of writing strikes me as exceptional. But when I do I always mark it the text I am reading and commit the crime of folding over the corner of the page. A piece of writing has to be particularly fine if I then go the length of carrying the book with me to read out to people (anyone who will listen actually) and off the scale if I take the final step and type it up to circulate to those outside my immediate reach. Well, that is what happened with half a page of text in Michael Wright’s C’est La Folie. [...]