EPILOGUE
My father, not an ignorant man himself, insisting that all his children, whether boy or girl, be schooled in letters, in the arts and sciences, in mathematics, in philosophy, and in all those subjects in which intellectual men converse, and I, being his only offspring, was therefore schooled in all the aforementioned subjects. And I, not wishing to waste his good judgment and effort, therefore use my hard-earned skills, given by the gods and nurtured by my father’s good diligence, to come to his defense.
For time is as a river, and as the river god Lord Fleuvenar is harsh and heedless, sweeping aside anything or anyone within his reach, regardless of its importance, or lack thereof, so also does time sweep away with a careless arm the great and the small so that many are forgott
