A Cambridge story, from Arnie Koslow.
Back in the day, the Moral Sciences Club met in the rooms of Richard Braithwaite, then the Club’s chairman. A sofa at the front provided the regular seating for the nervous figure of Alfred Ewing at one end and the obscurely oracular John Wisdom at the other.
One meeting, the room is packed, and a latecomer hovers at the door, looking for somewhere to sit.
From the chair, Braithwaite booms “There is space on the sofa … between the March Hare and the Mad Hatter.”