The collector is a published author in a day and age when that means nothing, a psychology major primarily pursuing subjects that don’t fit within any scholastic curriculum, the champion of a philosophy that he has no intention of sharing or explaining, the addle-pated recipient of the source code for human motivation with no practical use for it, a long-defeated grammar Nazi stepping in pools of linguistic discharge, a career tool of the system, a critic of the children who wear adult clothing and rule the world, a stranger to his own generation, a guy who would rather hang out at the kids’ table at Thanksgiving, a self-aggrandizing bastard, and a better person than you.