The Book does not play James Joyce with the Universe.

“A burning map. Every epic, my friend Jack used to say, should start with a burn…”

“We are our own worst enemies. How banal and trite that sounds, but [...] have c…”

“No, we're not prisoners of flesh, I think, bound in our skins, and only waiting…”

“She has to be written out of history and written into myth.”