This book was not written to be just read. It is useless to store it - you need to use it. It is a challenge to the unshakable stereotype of your existence. She is a curse for peace, but an even greater curse for your vanity. It is a mockery of seriousness and a verdict on your importance. The main task of the book is to destroy a prolonged sleep and become a nail in your blessed ass, in every possible way preventing you from falling asleep again. This book is a pass into yourself. It is about Laughter and for Laughter. It is about God and for God. Which means it’s about you and for you. But it’s just a book, and without you it’s just trash. You can treat it without any respect - paint it with felt-tip pens, drip tea on it, read only on the toilet, but the main thing is to let it work with you, and allow yourself to play with it. If you are a brave person...