In his Booker Prize-winning novel The Line of Beauty, Alan Hollinghurst wrote about people who know their world history as being able to look back through the millennia as an enfilade of rooms: Greece yields to Rome; Rome to the Byzantine Empire . . . the Renaissance . . . the British Empire . . . America . . . China. The same goes for people who can recite their kings and queens. British history clicks into a long enfilade of discrete, identifiable periods.
It was by his order the shattered leading company flung itself into the houses when the Sin Verguenza were met by an enfilading volley as they reeled into the calle.
