Ég er að lesa áhugaverða bók sem er sjálfsævisaga ákveðins manns. Annar maður ritar formála sem er áhugaverður … hann byrjar svona:

Usually when you agree to write the introduction to a book, you do so because you truly care about the book: it’s readable, it’s got a high literary quality, so that you like or at least admire the author. This book, however, is the extreme opposite. It’s filled with evil, and this evil is narrated with a disturbing bureaucratic obtuseness; it has no literary quality, and reading it is agony. Furthemore, despite his efforts at defending himself, the author comes across as what he is: a coarse, stupid, arrogant, long-winded scoundrel, who sometimes blatantly lies.