Which meant that for the first few hours, I indulged in nostalgia by blasting my way through the original Doom, surprising myself by remembering the location of hidden doors and items almost two decades since I last played the game.
Of course this is merely my own opinion, but what deeply saddens me about nostalgia is that so few of us ever see through her glittering lure of earthly associations, and so we miss the longing for self-transcendence she is really trying to evoke.
But my suspicion is that the main buyers so far have been 40-somethings who look back with nostalgia to their teenage years messing about with a BBC Micro or a ZX Spectrum.