Elizabeth Bicester on Love, Time Travel, and the Perils of Curiosity
I suppose the first thing one should make clear is this: I did not set out to become a time traveller. Nor did I intend to marry a gentleman who regards unfamiliar contrivances as personal challenges and who believes that any button labelled Play is placed there expressly for his moral testing. Yet Providence, time,…
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