“Tell me, Tool, what dominates your thoughts?” The Imass shrugged before replying. “I think of futility, Adjunct.” “Do all Imass think about futility?” “No. Few think at all.” “Why is that?” The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. “Because Adjunct, it is futile.” — from Gardens of the Moon, a tale of the Malazan Book of the Fallen. I’ve come to like this book a lot after a second reading.