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| This novel is a messy mixture of everything, {{…}} just a scaffold thrown to the wind, to hold images haphazardly hung thereupon {{…}} All bizarrely entangled and without any logic {{…}} Such will be this book, full of repetitions, chatter and descriptions that fell off the pen wherever they happened to be nudged by my imagination; this is why I've entitled it "Bigos Hultajski", which is made from a variety of things. It's a poor man's dish, but a savoury one; and perhaps it will be said of this novel that it is a poor man's roman and an unsavoury one.