Ivana Spalatin, an unusually enthusiastic and easily impressed reviewer for Choice, makes an appearance in the July issue. True to form, she gushes about the item under review: "It is an honor to review this extraordinary, original, scholarly, Leonardo-esque book, edited and translated by two outstanding women professors." This time her laudatory impulses drive her to incoherence. What does she mean by saying of the author that "Florensky is unclassifiable; his soul is like a blue diamond and a greenish-gold snake"? And is it really a compliment to say that "His insights are distinguishable, evanescent, and even cataclysmic"?