| Quote #4
Septimus: We shed as we pick up, like travellers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it. The missing plays of Sophocles will turn up piece by piece, or be written again in another language. Ancient cures for diseases will reveal themselves once more. Mathematical discoveries glimpsed and lost to view will have their time again. You do not suppose, my lady, that if all of Archimedes had been hiding in the great library of Alexandria, we would be at a loss for a corkscrew? (1.3)
Septimus's theory is kind of similar to the idea that enough monkeys at enough typewriters for enough time would produce the complete works of William Shakespeare. It's a rare idea that would occur to only one person in the entire course of human history.
| Quote #5
Hannah: The weather is fairly predictable in the Sahara.
It seems time is similar to the fractals Valentine talks about – you can zoom in and out, and see the same patterns on different scales.
| Quote #6
Bernard: I'll tell you your problem. No guts.
All that stuff about time only going in one direction, towards disorder – Bernard doesn't believe a word of it. The experience he describes here, of a certainty that transcends time, is almost mystical, though of course Bernard manages to express it in his usual annoying way.