Back at Takimag, our crafty doctor hatches a scheme to keep the Western world above East Asia through the promotion of intense cultural degeneracy in the form of rap ‘music.’

Watching Korean television (the southern variety) in a Korean restaurant in Southsea—the town where Conan Doyle practiced medicine for a time—some years ago, the presence of the television being inescapable except by leaving the restaurant, I was astonished by the slickness and efficiency of the vulgar kitschiness and appeal to the lowest common denominator of what was shown.