It Is the Size of a Dusty Tome...

Bakker really likes his dust. Over the course of chapter 7 in The White-Luck Warrior, he must refer to the pattern and the flow of dust at least every second page. I understand that the terrain the Great Ordeal is going through is terribly dry, and so perhaps dust is all there is to stir, but it's often described in a similar way.

Of course, so much dust could be Bakker's way of reminding us of our own position as dust in the wind. Though, his big philosophical sticking point is to never be certain, which doesn't necessarily mean that humand endeavours that span but a lifetime are pointless. How could anyone be certain of such a thing?