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The most obvious one is that we cannot use the excuse that we have not time enough to solve the Time
problem. Here and now, in the very-long-drawn-out now, we do have time enough."
There were all the amenities there, swimming, tennis, golf, walking, eating, drinking. And card-playing,
talking on every subject under the summer sun, and talking on their own subject in which, really, all other
subjects were contained.
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"-the Unknown Country upon which reposes this tedious and repetitive world"
-Belloc
"And why, young experts, have you not already walked through time?" Peter Luna asked his five guests
as they sat at table.
"All of us have done it, for brief moments," Farquharson said. "We have done it in rapports and
transports of unique experience. But none of us is able to do it at will."
"It's quite easy to ramble through time, at unseemly pace, in the future direction," Luna said. "A fairly
simple technique will do it. But one comes to his own hour of death all too soon, and he dies. And the
thing is not reversible. He does not return from that little jaunt if he goes too far into the future ('You
know not the day nor the hour'); and he has a very shallow last-years-of-his-life if he's on a fast-tour
survey. Possibly he will live thirty years in three minutes, and there's not a lot of satisfaction in that. Sol
will not recount to you (though I know them) any of the techniques for travel beyond the normal pace into
the future. And there is no way that one may travel into the future beyond one's death. One follows his
own ordained future then and not the temporal future of the world.
"But travel into the past! That should be quite simple. Going back before one's birth is not nearly so final
a thing as going forward beyond one's death. One can always return from the journey to the time before
his birth, if he is able to make a big enough jump. And if he cannot make a big enough jump, he still may
come back. I've heard people say 'I've lived this life before: I'm quite sure that I've lived this life of mine
before.' And I believe that some of them are correct in saying it. But I'm not greatly attracted to that
either. We should go back with a leap beyond, and we should return with the great leap. But as to
yourselves and your own attempts, have you found something that prevents your going backwards in
time?"
"Of course we've found something that prevents it," Anabella said. "There are the years that are
interdicted to us. It is my own ghost standing athwart them that interdicts them to me. If we could only get
past those most recent years that are barred to us, then I believe that we'd have free sailing. It's like shoal
water through which we cannot sail at all. But beyond it there is clear water for clear sailing, if only we
could get to it. And the interdicted years (we are able to map them out even if we're not able to traverse
them) are not of the same duration for everybody. And yet we have just discovered in comparing our
data that they are pretty nearly the same duration for us five."
"If we had a time-satellite we could take off from a cliff or bank that is beyond the shoals," Abel Roaring
said. "We could be clear of our own interference and we could make fruitful voyages. You wrote in your
message that you had a time-satellite here. That's why I came, Luna. Is mere one? Where is it?"
"Yes, I do have one here. It will do what you hope for it to do, and more. It is beyond the shoals and
beyond the interference," Peter Luna maintained.
"Where is it? When can we see it?" Henry Kemp asked.
"Oh, you can see it whenever you open your eyes,'' Peter Luna told them.
"You have all guessed that the time journey should be easily made. I believe that each of you has worked
out calculations for it, the themes and equations and formulae. You have designs for the hardware. The
trip can be made by several different conveyances, and you five have likely hit on the most apt ones. You
are able to take all the steps-except the first step. I know that frustrates you. To mix our metaphors,
there is a shoal right across the mouth of our harbor and it will not let us come out."
Peter Luna could have been almost any age. He had truly mastered time, in as far as it might ever have
had effect on him. He was not so much handsome as he was. deep and interesting. He was attractive,
like rubbed amber; he drew people to himself.
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