At first I was lost. Completely. Then I took a deep gulp of Black Label, and I began to see light. Beautiful golden light. Then, as I approached the sphincter I spun on my heel and doubled back to the duodenum. Quite a distance. At least, I escaped the music. I prefer opera. Or a violin concerto. Not Singing Sphincter. Still Brian had to be saved, although I’m not sure he deserved it. Find out for yourself. Now Mrs. Host is a very different story. Her sphincter… never mind.
If you understand this, you’ll also understand the Adam Fox's story.
I am glad he limited himself to half a dozen characters. Imagine ten trillion cells battling hundred trillion bacteria, fungi and archaea . Mahabharata step aside. Who can tell? Perhaps Mr. Fox will tackle that next. For now read this. If you understand it, you’ll enjoy it. If not, read it again, then you might. Both. Understand it and enjoy it. The Singing Sphincter gets 5 stars. Fox would get six if he admitted that only Black Label has sufficient vitamins to save Brian.
(reviewed 27 days after purchase)