It (the talking, the telling) seemed (to him, to Quentin) to partake of that logic- and reason-flouting quality of a dream which the sleeper knows must have occurred, stillborn and complete, in a second, yet the very quality upon which it must depend to move the dreamer (verisimilitude) to credulity – horror or pleasure or amazement – depends as completely upon a formal recognition of and acceptance of elapsed and yet-elapsing time as music or a printed tale. –Faulkner, Absalom, Absalom!, Chapter 1 For the past few weeks we have been publishing James Livingston’s essay “What Is Called History at Read more