In 'Slumming', Ottessa Moshfegh so perfectly outlined the annoyance (hopefully universally) felt for the type of pseudo-intellectual who: "was too concerned with his own intelligence to see the bigger picture. He thought that the drugs we bought in the
bus depot restroom were intended to expand his mind, as though
some door could be unlocked up there and he would greet his
own genius—some glowing alien in glasses and sneakers, spinning planet Earth on its finger". A stellar read.