Today is alsoEvacuation Day! It is with an unleavening sense of disappointment that I must tell you there is nothing inside this book that comes close to the across-a-crowded-junk-shop impact of its front cover. Professor Arnold Ehret’s mesmeric (and slightly frog-eyed) gaze, his cuspidate mustachios, the careful separation of “paper” and “back”, that delicious shade of not-Penguin orange, and above all, the rhythmic slitheriness of “mucusless”: to be fair, it’s an awful lot for one small volume to live up to. One exception is the clear small statement on the back cover that “This book has never before been available at this price”. Another is the motivational rah-rah-rah, peppered with exclamation points, of the publisher’s frontispiece introduction to this 1972 facsimile. Beyond the cover, the book is fairly standard bowel-blasting stuff, taken up with XXV Lessons which should, if you follow them faithfully, leave you fully evacuated and decongested, a metabolic ubermensch ready to take on the world armed only with the diet of a fruit bat. It’s a pity Chairman Mao didn’t have a copy. __ the content and capital letters of this post have been brought to you by the ever plucky ramona ranchera.

Today is alsoEvacuation Day!

It is with an unleavening sense of disappointment that I must tell you there is nothing inside this book that comes close to the across-a-crowded-junk-shop impact of its front cover. Professor Arnold Ehret’s mesmeric (and slightly frog-eyed) gaze, his cuspidate mustachios, the careful separation of “paper” and “back”, that delicious shade of not-Penguin orange, and above all, the rhythmic slitheriness of “mucusless”: to be fair, it’s an awful lot for one small volume to live up to. One exception is the clear small statement on the back cover that “This book has never before been available at this price”. Another is the motivational rah-rah-rah, peppered with exclamation points, of the publisher’s frontispiece introduction to this 1972 facsimile.

Beyond the cover, the book is fairly standard bowel-blasting stuff, taken up with XXV Lessons which should, if you follow them faithfully, leave you fully evacuated and decongested, a metabolic ubermensch ready to take on the world armed only with the diet of a fruit bat. It’s a pity Chairman Mao didn’t have a copy.

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March 17, 2010
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