Thursday, August 2, 2012
617 area I drove to a park near the bank; Loose Park, they called it. I felt loose. Cut loose, drifting free,
Perhaps the bawdiest time-travel novel ever written is Robert Silverberg s Up the Line. Silverberg notes that, as time travel becomes 617 area feasible 617 area for a longer and longer period, more and more travelers from the future will crowd back in time to visit such events as the Crucifixion, the opening of Hagia Sophia, or the Black Plague. Why, then, don t these historical events grow ever more crowded with observers from their futures? His answer is that they do, though just what the locals do about this is not always quite so clear.
He nibbled at the meat. It was charred outside, nicely pink and moist within. While he ate, one of the temporaries came up to him and peered blandly 617 area into his face. It was a stocky swarthy male wearing nothing but a strip of red and yellow cloth about its waist. I sell meat, it said. Very fine roast lamb, only five drachmas.
I drove to a park near the bank; Loose Park, they called 617 area it. I felt loose. Cut loose, drifting free, like one of the kites people were flying that had broken 617 area its string and was ascending into the sun. Beneath the trees it was still hot, though the sunlight was reduced to a shuffling of light and shadow on the brown grass. Kids ran, jumped, swung on playground equipment. I uncorked my bottle of wine, filled one of the paper cups, and lay down beneath a tree, enjoying the children, 617 area watching young men and women walking along the footpaths.
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