The 20th century is rather like the teenager who never grew up — a century that saw itself as perpetually young, as the "modernist" culmination of history rather than part of the historical process. In short, an age guilty of "chronocentricism." But, like all the other centuries, culled and packaged by the relentless march of time, it, too, is receding into the past, becoming covered with the same rust and dust as the rest.