Many years ago now I wrote about the effect a writer's voice can have on your own thinking, when you are reading a lot of them. I was binging PG Wodehouse as I wrote that, whose prose is of course inimitable. But my inner monologue did its best, which I recall enjoying.
By contrast, at the time I was concerned about the impact of reading lots of Tweets, which I (correctly) identified as a less wholesome well from which to drink.
These days, like many others, I spend quite a lot of time reading the output of LLMs, which makes my former worries seem quaint. For all the anxiety induced, at least Tweeters in 2019 were sometimes entertaining - Claude in 2026 is undoubtedly knowledgeable, productive and useful, but I can't say I enjoy his content.
And I find it a bit unsettling, because as I said back then, you are what you read. And for all the intelligence demonstrably in these strange machines, I don't feel better when I've read a lot of its stuff in a day, so I would worry if that osmosed into my thoughts.
Precautionary measures are required. I must read some Jeeves and Wooster.