Peter Hitchens once again on fine form.

This must be what it would feel like to be the last human on Earth, hounded by shrieking genetic mutants, androids and robocops, as you stroll through Oxford gazing sadly up at the buildings erected by long-dead, unsurpassable forebears. I am struck by the sense of melancholy deep interiority, of being as it were the last survivor of a civilisation in ruins.