Olga put the camera down and looked at them affectionately. These feverish intellectuals were infectious. They were restless. Accelerated particles. They talked about time in terms either of seconds, minutes, and hours or of years, decades, and centuries. As if they were living out of time, for real time is made up of days, nights, months, and seasons. Their time was either minute or infinite, and it was from that position that they rebelled against all the rest, against time as seen by the conformists.
As can be expected in the cross-over land that is a novel, the positions of conformist and rebel can be switched. Given the provocative event characters are lifted out of time, for a time.
And so for day 204
06.07.2007