 At the age of 40 he looked like a youth of 20, with a godlike beauty, always an important feature at Cambridge. The God received him and gave him lunch in an ascetic room, beautiful in its almost total emptiness, where a wooden bowl of fruit on a table made one note of color. The God was all he had been described as being: he looked like Apollo who had bounded into life out of his own statue, or perhaps like the Norse God Baldur, blue-eyed and fair haired, with a beauty that had nothing sensual about it, but simply breathed the four Greek cardinal virtues, to which was added a very exquisite kindness and graciousness that bathed one like remote, slightly wintry sunshine… The tea that one drank with him tasted like nectar. (EQ: 173–4)