I once exchanged correspondence with the actor Peter Sellers. Sellers would go on to develop a lifelong interest in mediums, astrologers and clairvoyants, and regularly sought advice from them. During his sadly recurrent bouts of depression, Sellers took to wearing all-black, adorned by gold medallions bearing mystic inscriptions. Unsettled was the word habitually used to describe him, eventually upgraded in the more polite obituaries to “tortured genius.”If there was a discernible through-line to Sellers’s spiritual journey it was embodied in the person of the Rev. And—del formaggio—a little cheese.”No greater insight into the real Sellers, the lonely soul under the comic facade, can top that.