In the life of a man, his time is but a moment, his being an incessant flux, his sense a dim rushlight, his body prey of worms, his soul an unquiet eddy, his fortune dark, his fame doubtful. In short, all that is body is as coursing waters, all that is of the soul as dreams and vapours
and comments that he must have written it when in Austria. That seems to summarise everything about the book. Even the most profound (and depressing) passages are painted with a twist of humour. Like everything about the book, every sentence, seems to have a multitude of meanings and emotions attached with them. I want it to go on for ever. All the small stories and the dreams of the characters within these stories. Everything is so vivid. Like it says in the cover, 'the book makes you laugh, makes you weep and above all makes you think' and its TRUE. This is one of the most readable and also a must read book I've come across.
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