Volume Five
(Bloody) "Foreword"
As you've probably noticed -- this is the foreword. As you probably will notice it's not a particularly interesting or even lightly amusing foreword. In fact the only reason I'm attempting to write this bloody foreword is Bart seems to feel if someone other than himself wrote this "bloody foreword" it would give this "bloody foreword" a certain amount of "class" (hence -- bloody rather than -- fucking, djavle, goddam -- it gives it a certain annoying European arrogance admired by poor classless bastards! You know the type -- someone who'd wear Gautier shoes with Vivienne Westwood skirt to a dinner party) but I've always felt class is like pissing -- you can't think about it. It has to come naturally. So this is the bloody foreword to this depressing document.
WE PARTED IN ICELAND
-- David Mueller