After the Old Girl died it became all of him, or all of the small part of him that is not the overlapping Jungian disciplines of alchemy, poetry, theology and branding. I know better than to argue. Years ago he was filled with a kind of weird lucidity about it, about the need for Greece to believe itself unique, to create a perception of Greekness that was arranged around eudaemonia. "We must be heroes! We must believe that we are great so that great choices are ordinary to us—we must all act as if we are observed and infused by pagan angels!" But now that elixir has been diluted with a more obvious sort of grime, a common-or-garden racism. Everyone has an idiot relative who’ll tell you across the dinner table that "the blacks" don’t really understand civilisation and aren’t suited to it, or that "the Jews" control the media and that’s why only some dishrag newspaper or flashing GIF website knows the real story. Consciousness, I once read in a book, is a complexly convoluted loop of information that can observe itself. What does it say about a person, then, if they cannot manage the trick? When Cosmatos is like this, is he a person, or a piece of stupid stone, walking and talking like a man?