At the same time as all this was happening, I had occasion to see a remarkable patient in England, a very eminent musician, and a pioneer in the rediscovery of renaissance music, who had himself developed a crippling amnesia following an attack of encephalitis, of herpes encephalitis. Jonathan Miller had told me about this man, and had made a wonderful film [Prisoner of Consciousness] with this man. A film which brought out the contrast between his perfect preservation of musical abilities, his ability to conduct a concert, to turn to... to every member of the orchestra and, you know, bring out their things appropriately, who could play the organ, and improvise at the organ, but who couldn’t… but who within five seconds of ending a symphony would have no memory of having ended it.
A man with perhaps the profoundest amnesia of anyone ever recorded, and I had not seen this man, but I had had some contact over the years and some correspondence with his wife. And it... I think it was in the summer of 2005, when I was in England, that I went to see Clive, Clive Wearing, and coming back I wrote about him, and writing about him combined a lifelong interest in music with my interest in... in amnesia. I had already written about two people with amnesia. The Lost Mariner in The Man Who Mistook his Wife for a Hat, and Gary, The Last Hippie, the hippie musician in Anthropologist on Mars, and now I was seeing someone highly intelligent, a cultivated, witty man, with the profoundest amnesia anyone had ever seen.