The Lost Time Accidents: A Novel

Imagination is a form of time travel, after all, however bumbling and incomplete. And every history is an act of subterfuge.

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Ambiguity was dangerously close, in his estimation, to hypocrisy; and hypocrisy—as every true revolutionary knows—is the music by which complacency and decadence dance their unholy quadrille.

“The present of things past is memory,” he writes; “the present of things present is perception; and the present of things future is expectation.

recognize this episode for the milestone it was: an inconspicuous wedge—no greater than the V of two spread fingers—from which the rest of their durations would diverge.

“The present of things past is memory,” he writes; “the present of things present is perception; and the present of things future is expectation.

Lorentz had discovered, to his and the whole world’s astonishment, that time moves more slowly for a body in motion.

Under each of those dresses you find so bewitching, a body is locked away in quarantine.

Wealth is famously insecure, Mrs. Haven, and even the greatest art is shackled to its culture and its age; a scientific breakthrough, by contrast, is timeless.