A confession: I've been feeling rather down of late. I am well aware that I'm not the only one. It is 2020, after all.
This is a year that is finally delivering on the dystopian promises of late-20th-century science fiction. And I should be clear that by "rather down" I mean exactly that. I am basically fine, and at a time when most people have it worse, I can - and do - count my blessings. I note all this not to beg for your sympathy, although I have found FT readers to be very sympathetic people. It is context for what follows.
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