This is the way the world ends: in the small shelf devoted to Popular Science, at the bookshop in Terminal 3 at Heathrow, the Bible Code was shelved above Richard Dawkins’ latest, and the Celestine Prophecy below it.
Otherwise some things remain gratifyingly as one would expect. The little packets by the largely inedible bagels in my hotel breakfast room were labelled “real” cream cheese, with quotes.