Robert Jordan started the Wheel of Time like he was Tolkien, or at least Terry Brooks. Accolades arrived, followed shortly by an epic editorial lapse (even by epic fantasy standards).With this book, the last, and the one before that, he's aspiring to become the Henry Darger who lucked into a publishing contract.Mr. Jordan's continually peculiar fixations and minor perversions do, however, give me hope that someday the uncensored (and unedited, naturally) "writer's cut" will emerge.