I am a middlebrow who at the age of 20 did not even know what philosophy, as understood by modern philosophers, actually is.
Nevertheless, finding myself at Oxford, I happened to know some of the giants in Nikhil Krishnan's fascinating A Terribly Serious Adventure.
The philosopher Elizabeth Anscombe (1919-2001) resembled a large, handsome, unwashed gypsy. Neighbours were frequently ringing up the NSPCC to complain that her ever-expanding brood of kids were being neglected while Mother translated Wittgenstein.
‘More's playing with razor blades!' one of them overheard. More was a wittily named son who came to add to the huge tribe.
An observant Catholic, Elizabeth Anscombe was married to
