This is the madness of a man who forgot what happened the last time he invented an algorithm.

And “Dean can help.” Good heavens. The man *was* in on the ground floor of crowdsourced, plagiaristic gibberish, I suppose…

While we’re talking about this, actually, a thought came to me while taking my constitutional yesterday. I am a regular attendee of the “gentleman’s club.” An enthusiast of unpopular music. A former teacher and committed misanthrope. Perhaps, also, cursed with a Bad Personality. It takes something out of one to step into a shaft of light, piercing the autumn clouds, and recognise oneself in Dean Thompson, but this is the revelation my unforgiving gods have granted me.