Featuring the not-entirely-ugly Eva Green, this is the cover of the January edition of Vogue. And, magnified, one of the most frankly bewildering coverlines I’ve ever seen, with what surely has to be a rhetorical question.

If not, though, perhaps the February edition will have special features on whether you can boil thoughts, sell spirituality on eBay, and eat a vague sense of unease.

Then again, physical behaviour towards the intangible isn’t entirely without precedent, given the so-called ‘War on Terror’…