“Unwin was tired, too. He had worn himself down—to nothing, nearly—with his cuts and corrections, his erasures and emendations. He was awake now, but was there still time for him? His mind had wearied of its appointed rounds, of the stream of typescript and transcript, and now he wondered what might have been different, what might still be different, if only the day would hold and not abandon him to sleep.” SleepTiredCorrectionsUnwinTranscriptEmendationsErasuresTypescript Book:The Manual of Detection Source: The Manual of Detection