It is said that if you start this book, and fail to finish it, you will go crazy.  I have read it twice within five years, and I found almost an entire chapter that had somehow skipped past my mind.  I mark it definately re-readable and absolutely nescessary to the universe around us.  What would we do without pentagons and apples?  Is a thought about a unicorn a real thought?  I still don't know.  I have to read it again.

Read this way back in the early seventies, and my viewpoint has never been quite the same since. Kind of like taking literary LSD-25, but an awful lot of interesting, often far out things to marvel at and ponder upon. Mainly, though, it’s a wild and crazy but darn enjoyable yarn about secret societies, nazi amies of the dead, golden apples, dolphins, a group of crazy hippies in a yellow submarine, and the imminentization of the eschaton. You’ve got to read it to believe it. Blurs the fine lines between fiction and “reality.”

This is the story Dan brown wishes he wrote.

I last read this back in the early 1980s and could not repeat many specific details now.  However, I do know it is what set me on the path to being the crazy person I am now… :)  Ask Wolf…