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Life Is Full Of Little Surprises. Time Travel Is Full Of Big Ones.

I Think I Exist, Therefore I Exist. I Think.

I'm All In Favor Of Keeping Dangerous Weapons Out Of The Hands Of Fools. Let's Start With Typewriters.

The Avalanche Of Time Sweeps Everything Before It. Every Individual Instant Hurtles Into Oblivion, Drowning Out The Obliteration Of The Instant Immediately Preceding It, And Then It Too Disappears Under The Onslaught Of The Next And The Next And The Next. When The Avalanche Has Shuddered Past For A Long Enough Time, The Perception Of The Past Evolves. Distant Events Grow Beyond Mere History And Take On The Weight Of Legend.

The Fifties Are A Peaceful Time, A Quiet Sleeping Time Between Two Noisy Bursts Of Years, A Blue And White Time Filled With Sweet Yellow Days, Music And Bright Smelling Memories.