Out of the oddments and mannerisms of several ancient literatures (Testamental diction, choruses, etc.) Hidalgo-Briceno has concocted a cycle of four synthetic myths on the theme ""Where is Man now, and how did he get there?"" Man, who scarcely deserves his capital, is trudging around the bend of a cosmic cycle, saith the author, and one of the main reasons is that he doesn't live up to the gods he invents. Try to see it from Zeus' point of view when he wakes up among the spineless sufferers in a Christian hell: Satan's a pompous ineffectual ass in dirty linen and Christ, petulant and decomposing, lives only by a vestige of Zeus' power. Armageddon, as Alexander notes, is not worth the slight effort so the gods wheel off toward more heroic planets. But never fear, while most of us go on degenerating a few solitary supermenschen get better and wiser all the time, and they'll keep those cycles rolling. You may suspect that these heavy purple gouts issue from a not-so-archaic Fountainhead, but could you have guessed that they sprang from the head of an IBM systems analyst?