"From end to end there is not as much wit in it as you will hear in a genealogical exchange between two taxicab drivers. It is flat, flabby and idiotic. It is as profound as an editorial in the New York Tribune and as revolutionary as Ayer's Almanac. It is the best joke pulled off on the Young Forward-Lookers since Eliot floored them with the notes to The Waste Land. M.Josephson rather spoils its effect, I believe, by rubbing it in" - H.L.Mencken,...