On reading Stephen Baskerville’s view of Brexit and its wake, I hear the sound of an axe grinding. I can’t tell what the axe is, but its grinding is loud and unmistakeable: it sounds through a relentless lack of charity. Quite what’s hounding Dr Baskerville, I do not know and will not presume to speculate. But the distorting effects are right up-front, and I must gainsay them.