The first volume of this never-to-be-too-much-praised series of pragmatical, pneumatical and windy problems I published for love; the second for fame, the third for a wager, the fourth from habit and this present one which you now hold in your much too shaky hands, for money.
Alas, it is so with all enthusiasm and desire: something fades. But, I promise you, this is not the last you will hear of me. Be frolic then, and delve into and dig out from herein the information you so much desire; but I pray that you may not discover from whom I borrow my preliminary thunder.
In my next volume I shall foretell the End of the World, also I shall disclose the hitherto inviolate secret of how to lay flat on a clothes-line.
