Annotations on the Impossible Histories postlude

Man is is love and loves what vanishes.
What more is there to say?

What more is there to say? I don’t really have a lot of annotations for this postlude. I’m glad it’s in there; I think it’s fun; it may persuade you not to attempt to construct a time machine, or if you do construct a time machine, only to use it to visit the future.

p. 387
•epigraph: Perhaps having beggared my powers of imagination, I opted here for the perhaps obvious:

Would we not shatter it to bits—and then
Re-mould it nearer to ...