Heinz had a large collection of records, mostly operatic – except that his curious antipathy to Beethoven precluded Fidelio – and an incident concerning Turandot might have pleased its composer.  I had sometimes wondered how an unsophisticated Chinese would react to Puccini’s orientalism.  ‘Watch!’ said my host, putting on ‘Nessun dorma’ – and his Chinese man-servant, whose name I have forgotten and who was usually quite impervious to whatever came out of the gramophone, at once dropped his work and crept in silently behind a screen near one of the speakers.  ‘You like this music?’ – ‘Yes, mister, Chinese music!’ – ‘No, Italian music!’ – ‘No, no, Chinese music!’