Even the offices of the future are full of literature!
In the second instalment there is, unfortunately, no colourful language; though Tom does, candidly, detail the sexual fantasies that 300 inspired in him, including precisely what he’d like to do with Frank Miller’s dashing fedora.
Everyone here at the Game Under podcast hope he was joking—but who can tell; it might be best to keep your hat firmly on your head if you ever meet him in person: it’s much safer.
If you dare, you may read all about the dangerous sort of degeneracy the best and the worst things he read last year inspired in him, just click here.
Even if you don’t read any of it, it’s well worth taking a look some of the beautiful imagery from Jung’s illuminated manuscript. Other than post-modernism being virtually indistinguishable from new nationalism, nothing is a more comical refutation of Spengler than the fact that Jung, a psychologist, is unquestionably the West’s greatest prophet since Blake and Dickinson.
What kind of a soulless hack is obsessed, spiritually, with fucking Goethe (let alone Nietzsche ffs), anyway? I suppose it’s better than believing Shakespeare was the inventor of the modern psyche.
But all of this is irrelevant, as it’s not like Tom read The Decline of the West last year!
Maybe it’ll feature next year, when he’s read 500 books!