I just cleaned off the desk. As I bask in the illusion of accomplishment afforded by such a gesture in the direction of entelechy, may I note, by way of association, that the lauded Errol Morris film A Brief History of Time is a wee bit too slow and pompous, in the end, and relies too much on the hypnotically pleasant animations of watches and teacups and such falling into artists' renderings of black holes. Why didn't somebody warn me?