I no longer care if I die, said Korin, then, after a long silence, pointed to the nearby flooded quarry: Are those swans?
Is Korin crazy? Or visionary? Is the manuscript as magnificent as he believes? The layers of the story move from a travel agency in Budapest to a flophouse in NYC to the palace of ancient Phaistos to a small Swiss museum in Schaffhausen, as Korin seeks to deliver his manuscript to the world.