Some have called this book the greatest novella of the modern era, others have named it the finest example of philosophical thinking in the last fifty years. Scholars have declared it a rare and astounding menippean satire, a seriocomic stroll through the carnival of life. Unfortunately few of these admiring critics were sober; those that were not inebriated were of questionable sanity; and none were willing to be quoted here. This is a new and revolutionary book in which the reader constructs the meaning of what is read, and what the obsequious critics missed is that without their construction there is no meaning at all contained within these pages.