And this is not to say “give up! Accept the destiny that the unequal systems of wealth have written!”. Nor is it a moral licence to strap one’s snout to a feed bad of ganja—although, let it be said, there is as much useful life in the vacant eyes of stoners as can be found in the hearts of intellectual property solicitors. It is to say, however, that a little suspicion of the idea of self-improvement as noble or natural is healthy.

Right.  I’ve written a book, then. I probably shouldn’t have, but it is, in any case, available for sale tomorrow. It is […]

So, don’t Quit Sugar. Maybe Quit bullshit instead.