From one of the preeminent intellectual figures of the twentieth century, a highly personal testimonial of what Canetti himself chooses to term notations, bits and pieces: notes, aphorisms, fragments. Taken together, they present an awesomely tender, guiltily gloomy meditation on death and aging. A mosaical portrait of an old body's mind determined to do its exercises and not lose a step--and fascinating for that. - Kirkus Reviews