The sight of a well-dressed Extinction Rebellion member grounding a commercial airliner at London City Airport brought to mind a certain type of apocalyptic thriller. Exemplified by Twelve Monkeys, the genre relies on a millenarian cult bringing down civilisation by any means possible. The Bond film Moonraker (1979) turned on a more rarefied version of the same premise: that to save humanity you must first destroy it. The same anti-humanist paradox has this week been stalking the streets of London. With their lurid statements about depopulation, the eponymous ‘extinction’ seems to be something after which the movement rather hankers: a world cleansed of the breeding, loving, fighting, fallible human race. In this it reflects the Club of Rome’s notorious Malthusian statement: “The real enemy, then, is humanity itsel