the smuggler’s bible


The library has three copies of the Principia. Edouard checks them out under an assumed name and puts them where Isaac Newton is sure to be looking. One goes under the bed in Grantham, another in a cupboard at Trinity College and the last on a bedside table at his house in the year 1683 as a last-ditch failsafe.

Then he stops for a drink.

“Mischief is gratifying,” he says to the bartender, “but a paradox is real artistry. I’m talking causal loops, man. It’s like reaching in to start a top spinning and accidentally shaking your own hand.”