And the Bunyip is the only one laughing now.
And the Bunyip is laughing at the Types, slyly giggling at the ridiculous jargon, the pretension that we can understand ourselves by dividing us into Types.
What Type are you, says the Bunyip, I'm an INFP or is that an ESTJ. I can fiddle with Types just as Nero fiddled as Rome burnt. But the barbarians are at the gate. They seek to divide and conquer by dividing us into Types.
But I'm not a Type, I am not a number, I am not four magic letters, I am whole and wholesome, a Roman, ready to defend the Holy City of the Enlightenment.