This peculiar book is written for the general public. It will interest medical men only as a distraction.
The author says variety is the spice of life, and he presents a very varied menu. It would require the talent of an Escoffier to spice it acceptably. Apparently realizing this, he says that if it seems a bit incongruous, the reader may turn the pages until he is impressed. Like Robert Louis Stevenson, he seems to say, "Go, little book, and wish to all, Flowers in the garden, meat in the hall, A bin of wine, a spirit of wit..."
The book may be divided into two parts or subjects: (1) "What's Wrong With Me?," and (2) "A Book of Poetry or Songs." A few tidbits or spiced morsels are interspersed.
In "What's Wrong With Me," he runs the gamut of orthodox symptoms and causes of diseases from abortion to wry