At times one feels like a palm tree on Eniwetok—what with all the "explosions" (population, pornography, pollution, etc). Our own drug explosion is real enough, but it must be classified in the kiloton class. There is much bombast about the problems of disseminating information about drugs to physicians, but there is little energy involved. All sorts of people (some with rather checkered credentials in science) and organizations (some with somewhat less than academic interest) are badgering us with "solutions." Most popular of these is the threat of a therapeutic bible (there is almost an occult mystique associated with the term com- pendium). It will be all things to all therapists; it will magically transfer the wisdom between its ponderous covers to all our eager, arid brains. And we will all become master drug users.
Well, it won't work; another "big book" is not the answer. There is abundant information about