“What remains of a chronographer when he dies? Perhaps only a chronicle, written by another - who too will be forgotten. Perhaps something more: the intensity of life that he gifted to his readers.”

The wealth and euphoria he bestowed - even if just for moments - upon those who read him. This sense of an added life: a glow around the name, a presence just behind the words.

Ephemeral texts, for ephemeral people. Eternity is the domain of others.”

[Excerpt from the text on the back cover of the edition]