“It's like a...dance somehow, a minuet or a pavane. Something stately and pointless, with all its steps set out. With a beginning, and an end... Sir John, sometimes I think life's all a mass of significance, all sorts of strands and threads woven like a tapestry or a brocade. So if you pulled one out or broke it the pattern would alter right back through the cloth. Then I think...it's all totally pointless, it would make just as much sense backwards as forwards, effects leading to causes and those to more effects...maybe that's what will happen, when we get to the end of Time.”
Book:Pavane