Spencer, I'm no Luddite (with all due respect to Luddite), but I love your account of the relationship between the creator and the consumer, and the gradual attenuation of that especially now in the AI era. I think it was C.S. Lewis who said that "we read so that we are not alone", that an essential part of engaging with art (literature, craftsmanship, etc.) is the relationship with the artist, the other human. I can't fathom ever enjoying something I know to be an AI generated novel, no matter how good it would be considered to have been had it been produced by a human author. And I couldn't agree more than that a huge part of the pleasure of a Morgan is the knowledge that some skilled and thoughtful humans down on Pickersleigh Road have carefully formed that wood and fitted that hood on (as I picture it) some sunny afternoon before knocking off for tea, fully expecting that some future human will somehow find an eccentric and dubious joy in the weirdly perfect imperfection of this artefact.
(Nerdy aside: you reference the forms and conclude that Socrates would have driven a Morgan: I'm happy to whimsically grant that a Morgan approaches the Platonic form of a car, but a classicist I know tells me that Socrates the historical figure didn't necessarily shared the views attributed to him by Plato in the dialogues. I'd like to think that Thoreau, if he was forced to drive a sports car, would pick a Morgan. I can certainly imagine that Michael Oakeshott would!)
