We have to ask these questions, don’t we? Is the world we have the only world possible? Could everything have turned out differently? What if you could not only kill Hitler and see what happens, but you could go back again and again, making improvements, tweaking the timeline, like the weatherman Phil (Bill Murray) in one of the greatest of all time-travel movies, reliving Groundhog Day until finally he gets it right.
Is this the best of all possible worlds? If you had a time machine, would you kill Hitler?
*1 Opinions vary. James E. Gunn (1958): “You are naked, because you can take nothing with you, just as you can leave nothing behind. Those are the two natural rules of time travel.”
*2 “…that the friend and companion who ran the household was the mother of one of these young people, that young Miss so and so, who played Badminton with a preoccupied air was the last capture of Hubert’s accomplished sex appeal. All this E. Nesbit not only detested and mitigated and tolerated, but…I think found exceedingly interesting.” Then again, Wells himself fathered children with various women besides his wife, and may have had an affair with one of Bland’s illegitimate daughters. Free love, after all.
*3 The book is dedicated to the British Museum’s leading Egyptologist, Wallis Budge.
*4 For example, Mr. Peabody solemnly explains that Isaac Newton had a brother, Figby, who invented a cookie.
*5 The reader may recall an entirely different
*6 Rosenfeld then started a blog,
*7 In an odd coincidence, Le Guin had gone to high school with Philip K. Dick, as she realized later. “
*8 She said to an interviewer, Bill Moyers, “The book is full of dreams and visions, and you are never sure which is which.”
*9 Indeed, it is the essence of doublethink. “This demands a continuous alteration of the past.” The literal rewriting of history was Winston Smith’s day job, remember, in the Minitrue RecDep (Ministry of Truth Records Department).
ELEVEN
The Paradoxes
—Søren Kierkegaard (1844)
PROPOSITION:
We’ve been here before. We are in the domain of logic, which is, let’s remember, a country distinct from the domain of reality. Its inhabitants speak a dialect of their own, resembling natural language and often quite understandable, but full of pitfalls. A thing can be