On a side note
I bought a hard cover copy of Foucault's Pendulum at a garage sale recently. The font size is so much bigger than my old paper book that I might have to read it again. Umberto knew what he was writing about and he has given me great insight, not only from this novel, about how all this goes down.
But how to divert it, nudge it's orbital path just a bit, send it out to be a another generation's task? Because it always comes back. Like "springtime for Hitler".