A comic novel of intrigue, love, sunshine and a sometimes-brilliant young salesman in Spain on his way to limitless riches.And the theory of chaos, which threatens to ruin everything.And the mysterious Mr Quentin, who aims at encouraging it.From the morning clouds huddled above the sea a shaft of sunlight escaped, slicing the top off Mr Quentin's translucent head.Jenkins, the apparition said, ducking, there's nothing to be gained by this surly animosity. You're lumbered with me, frankly. The well-remembered voice, pompous, squeaky, a voice that had assimilated the scraping of chalk.The key, Jenkins, to this lamentable turn of events, is that book in your pocket.The key, the key...