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