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“A nut by any other name would smell like feet.”
Robert Doniger was thirty-eight years old, a brilliant physicist, and a billionaire.
Techbro asshole.
Yet the truth was that the modern world was invented in the Middle Ages. Everything from the legal system, to nation-states, to reliance on technology, to the concept of romantic love had first been established in medieval times.
Professor Johnston often said that if you didn’t know history, you didn’t know anything. You were a leaf that didn’t know it was part of a tree.
Men didn’t seem to realize that rebound behavior was slightly insulting.
“You mean time travel,” Marek said. “No,” Gordon said. “I don’t mean time travel at all. Time travel is impossible. Everyone knows that.”
“I thought you understood,” Gordon said. “Professor Johnston is in the fourteenth century. We want you to go back there, to get him out.”
Chris was looking for signs of murdered women and eviscerated babies, and he did not know whether to be disappointed or relieved that he saw none.
