[Beckett's eyes widen, and for a moment he is speechless. He wasn't expecting this suggestion, not this scope, and from Enoch, Enoch, chosen of Heaven... what could he do with the book? At whose feet could he lay it, a last offering?]

I - I'd be honoured. Even - eve if it's not the truth - [And doesn't Enoch know, about truth and history?] It is our story as we have shaped ourselves around it. It's all we - all I have.