Chapter 7. The time pleat closes. Clouds of butterflies ascend from roosts in trees deep in an emerald valley; Shimmer does his best to guard them. A millennium goes by. Raiders return, but are defeated: peace. De Quincey: How can there have been so much of time? Wordsworth: Have we perfected our natures over time, or was there one step up?
Chapter 7. The time pleat closes. Clouds of butterflies ascend from roosts in trees deep in an emerald valley; Shimmer does his best to guard them. A millennium goes by. Raiders return, but are defeated: peace. De Quincey: How can there have been so much of time? Wordsworth: Have we perfected our natures over time, or was there one step up?