We’re not entitled to our angst. We don’t deserve our existentialism. How dare we presume to have fundamental moods. I mean, are we European all of a sudden? Have we become philosophers?
They’re beyond us, fundamental moods. We’re not worthy of them, angst and the rest. We haven’t earnt it, European angst, European moods.
Our anxiety can only ever be a sham anxiety. A fake anxiety. An all-too-British ersatz anxiety, which is really only an anxiety about not having anxiety – proper European anxiety.
Work in Progress 