Instruct: Classify Amazon reviews into positive or negative sentiment
Query: How I envied the formaldehyde-soaked brain

I needn't waste the reader's time, as has Paterniti, by expounding at great length upon a simple kernel of thesis. I found Paterniti's prose style to be painfully affected. It meandered clumsily through a tangle of disconnected self-musings that so permeated the book, that what promised to be an inherently gripping narrative sank into oblivion. Perhaps most irksome, Paterniti was too busy obsessing about his failure to do anything with life, that he also failed to learn any physics. If one is going to wax philosophical regarding the implications of a great physical theory, one ought to go to the trouble to understand even the basics. In short, reading this book made me wish my brain was the one in the jar.