Dr Kaplan informs me that the Herculean labours involved in assembling such a giant tome and dealing with hunts for errant punctuation marks and unreasonable demands for last-minute rewrites from a certain author have turned him into a pale and trembling husk of his former self. He has gratefully accepted the Marxist Revolutionary Party's kind offer of a free off-season rest cure at Squalling Sands, its exclusive holiday resort on the unspoilt north-west coast of England. Here he will be able to contemplate the endless grey dunes, dust off his dialectics and rebuild his shattered constitution in calm surroundings untroubled by the cares of the publishing world.
