And so we come to the celebrated moment, described many times and most vividly in Gentle Regrets, when looking down from the little flat on the Rue de Bérite, Scruton recoiled with all his mind and heart from the revolutionary spirit of 1968. Probing his friends' politics in the following days, he became convinced that whatever he believed, it was the opposite of that. "I came back to Cambridge," he once said, "determined to reanimate a political outlook for the modern world."

Scruton, previously