Indeed, it’s a bully’s faith and it doesn’t suit him, but it was always there. It’s a fault in the code, or some sort of odd psychological balancing: the only thing in his life to which he does not apply the power of cultural analysis that is his. Instead he erects remarkable edifices around it, balances and protects it with baroque constructions and conspiracies and blinds himself to the subtext. Cosmatos the revolutionary, plotting the rise of the new Sparta from the towers of the academe.