Sir Wat’s beard lurched sideways, a sure sign of embarrassment, and he crowed again.

It was the future-minded youth in particular who were drawn to these models, having learned through war, revolution and chaos to prize “geometrical” systems.

She had two kind of furrows diagonally from either side of her nose. I couldn’t get rid of the furrows.

A generation traumatized by anime creates its own works that repeat the wound.  That wound is taken over and repeated by the next generation.

These claims, which Thomas Lamarre has collectively labeled the “Gainax discourse,” after Okada’s company, shade very quickly into utopian thinking, evoking “the distributive visual field of anime to make claims for the end of all hierarchies – those of history, of modernity, and of the subject.”

He really, really enjoyed being a tremendous dick to everyone except the hardcore “cabalfucker” crowd.

As for myself, I suppose I am a fan of special effects and monsters, although I have left my passion for Godzilla behind. (Not because I grew out of it but because Godzilla has regressed).

They all happened to be psychiatrists, psychiatry being the profession with perhaps the highest proportion of otaku among its members. I spare the reader the details of the endless conversations among the members of a certain psychiatry department during the Evangelion boom of 1997.

Put crudely, my equations were Platonism = Catholicism; Intuitionism = Protestantism; Formalism = Atheism; Category Theory = Dialectical Materialism.

That group, rather like a lodge in its procedures, requires candidates for admission to answer questions on the hirsuteness of various parts of their body.