Twenty-four gold pieces for a single tome! And a tome that weighs nigh as much as a stout peasant -- I exaggerate only slightly -- with leaves so large that I must needs clear my entire worktable to lift it open. A tome filled to the brim with the infantile, poorly expressed, mystical gibberish that we have come to expect from him -- with the sole saving grace that anything worth knowing in the verbose thing is nicely organized in the Appendices. Why don't they just sell the Appendices in a single volume? It would contain all that is worth knowing at a fraction of the weight and expense. Curse the greed and arrogance of all publishers -- and of that swine shaman as well.

-- Tsung the Mathemancer, private correspondence, 6 IV Age