How could you not like a book that says things like: "Everyone succumbs to the Goddess on one level or another. Some succumb in very subtle ways, but most men succumb in very ordinary ways, without even knowing the Goddess as such. They succumb to the mass of experiences, of accumulations, of consolations. Everyone is consoled. When your consolations are ripped off, you find something else to be consoled by. One thing after the next. You don't surrender it, because you don't recognize it. So the Guru's perfect function is to undermine all this, to make the world show itself. He makes the Goddess pull down her pants, and then you see her asshole."

I remember dreaming of being in front of a computer reading the questions: "What's the last dream you remember having? What do you think it means?" Absurd as this seems, I am even now still in that same dream typing in my asnwer...