In these pieces collected from the Society’s Newsletter and Secret Harmonies journal, Simon Barnes disposes of various canards. No, Dance is not a roman à clef. Nor is Dance snobbish; Dukes might appeal in life, but Powell was too good a writer to let that upset the cold-eyed universality of the book. We then proceed to less-commonly-explored issues. Did AP understand the proper care of horses or how racing odds are calculated? Did he appreciate LSD? Finally, Widmerpool, Jenkins, Stringham and Templer are reimagined as greyhounds, pitted against each other at The Wimbledon Dogs. Read, marvel, laugh and learn. Just like Dance.