“One of the schools in Tlön has reached the point of denying time. It reasons that the present is undefined, that the future has no other reality than as present hope, that the past is no more than present memory.”

“Good evening, Lord Corwin,’ said the lean, cadaverous figure who rested against a storage rack, smoking his pipe, grinning around it.Good evening, Roger. How are things in the nether world?’A rat, a bat, a spider. Nothing much else astir. Peaceful.’You enjoy this duty?’He nodded.I am writing a philosophical romance shot through with elements of horror and morbidity. I work on those parts down here.”