About this story
You are one of the sceptics at his table, and he has the Psychologist press the lever himself. Nothing falls, nothing rings on the carpet, and then he unlocks the laboratory door. A week later he limps in gray with dust and green with grass, and asks you to hear him out. Six chapters take you into the saddle, to the year 802,701, a white sphinx that swallowed the machine, a small girl called Weena, and the wells where something beats in the dark.
Who you’ll meet
The Time Traveller, host of a Thursday dinner party in 1895, with his skeptical Psychologist guest and the youngest man at the table, all watching his model machine vanish.
How it opens
Firelight moved across silver and dark glass after the Thursday dinner ended.
You accept length, breadth, and thickness without complaint.
He stood at the head of the table while servants removed the final plates.
Choose
Three dimensions are enough for any object here.
You intend to call duration another dimension.
A direction through time cannot be chosen.