The West is a theocracy. Not a Christian theocracy – or even an Islamic one – but rather a theocracy of warring ideological cults that are struggling against each other as the gods and demi-gods of the Greek pantheon once did.

My bookshelf is padded out with Dawkins’ work. As a student of science and supporter of the romanticised philosophy of secular humanism, I often revisit his older works with fondness.

Though I sit to the centre-right of conservative libertarianism, the bulk of Dawkins’ following shuffle through the increasingly toxic halls of the West’s university campuses.