I was perhaps a tad too cruel.

Reality is in many ways perception of reality. This I agree with. However, if I perceive myself to be a hummingbird and fly off the Eiffel tower in pursuit of nectar, reality has means to prove me otherwise.


More's the better, then, for the existence of the Backroom, where I can perceive myself to be a Richard Leakey, Milton Friedman, Derrida and Habermas alike, undounted by reality's rather more limited means here to prove me otherwise, limited as they are to mere blatant facts to the contrary, which I can stubbornly persist in perceiving not to exist. Bless the human imagination. Maybe there is a benevolent God after all.


I guess such delusions of grandgieur are innate.
I think I shall have little trouble in convincing the regular Backroom visitor that 'innate delusions of grandeur' are more prevalent among certain European races than others.