1.5 One of the crueller TZ eps out there was featured in Marclay's The Clock. It serves the bloody old anti-intellectual canard about the bookish types being at core a misanthropic aberration who greet any faint chance to snub at the existing frame of things for spurious betterment & paper parapets. As in other TZ midcentury sermons, Faustian contract teems with hidden caveats but TE@L charges at goddamn... reading?!