<p><br></p><p><br></p><p>In an autobiographical letter the author refers to this work as the ...bitterest of all profoundly humoristic about the decomposition of life....&nbsp;Vitangelo the protagonist discovers by way of a completely irrelevant question that his wife poses to him that everyone he knows and everyone he has ever met has constructed a Vitangelo persona in their own imagination and that none of these personas corresponds to the image of Vitangelo that he himself has constructed and believes himself to be.&nbsp;The reader is immediately immersed in a cruel game of confusing projections mirroring the reality of social existence itself which imperiously dictate their rules.&nbsp;As a result the first ironic awareness of Vitangelo consists in the knowledge of that which he definitely is not; the preliminary operation must therefore consist in the spiteful destruction of all of these fictitious masks.</p>