Chapter Forty-Two
At that moment, Eli La Paiva lay in bed, processing the ribbons of ever-replenishing data which spooled into his mind from all corners of the universe. Given the subjects which vied for his attention, from the merging and annihilation of galaxies, the births and deaths of religions, the inauguration and toppling of false gods, and the acclaim and unmasking of false messiahs, to the slimmest crink in a blade of grass on an uninhabited moon—the sexual congress between Enid and Rosella, while noted, hardly merited grave consideration.