And why does no one say that most of the books of the writer in question can be compared to an unrelated collection of words. Work (if they can be called so)is a the product of a sick brain. Yes, sick! Schizophrenia, or (at best) cerebral syphilis! How exactly should one understand and interpret something written by a person who was not in order with the head?! His books are very suitable as a clinical illustration exactly of a diseased brain and ideal for the budding psychiatrist. A classic?! God forbid SUCH classics!