If You Can Properly Define The Problem,

A Book Cover Is A Distillation. It Is A Haiku Of The Story.

Hey, Have You Heard That One About The Difference Between Me, Wit, And My Loutish Cousin, Hilarity? No? Okay, So I Walk Into A Bar, You See, Very Unassuming, And Order A Martini. Then The Bartender, Hilarity, Hauls Off And Squirts Me In The Face With A Seltzer Bottle, Ruining My N Ice New Camel Hair Suit, Dousing My Monocle And My Watch Fob, Soaking My Cravat. So, Do I Let Him Have What For, And Blow My Top? I Do Not. I Simply Say: Sorry, I Believe I Said 'very Dry'.

Yes, Garnett Grey Was An Architect. Were A Psychoanalyst To Approach Him From Behind, Tap His Shoulder, And Say 'humanity,' Garrett'd Spin And Respond, Without Hesitation, 'solvable'.

If You Can Properly Define The Problem, Then You've Already Defined The Solution As Well.

If You Intend To Die, You Can Do Anything.