The third novel in his sequence A Dance to the Music of Time. A lush, lovely piece of writing. I love his metaphorical descriptions of characters and events: “…he assumed the expression of someone about to confront a violent tempest of the soul with no reliable means of support…”, sort of thing. I made that one up but you get the idea.
The language is rich and satisfying and the whole thing is very funny, though perhaps a bit dependent on a feel for the English class system and its many, many weirdnesses.
I look forward to the next novel in the series.