When but a child of seven my uncle placed me in a private school in which one of the so-called redeemed sub-sailors was a teacher of the German language. As I look back now, in the light of my present knowledge, I better comprehend the docile humility and carefully nurtured ignorance of this man.
"Tea, dear," said Mrs. Winslow, opening the door with the glass window and the white blind that communicated with the parlour. "One minute," said Winslow, and began unlocking the desk. An irritable old gentleman, very hot and red about the face, and in a heavy fur-lined cloak, came in noisily. Mrs. Winslow vanished. "Ugh!" said the old gentleman.
Destiny reached out a hand to Algernon Weaver--but he was a timid man, at first. But on the strange world of Terranova, there was much to be learned--of destiny, and other things....
He had striven to perfect the faultless man of the future, and had succeeded--too well. For in the pitilessly cold eyes of Adam, his super-human creation, Dr. Mundson saw only contempt--and annihilation--for the human race.
Mr. Chambers, once a professor of metaphysics, had for the twenty years since his dismissal lived a reclusive, solitary life, only venturing outside his room for his daily walk and cigar. Then one day, inexplicably, he forgot to buy the cigar, the walk took fifteen minutes less.Determined to make sure he doesn't make the same mistake again and miss the street where he buys his daily cigar he sets out the next day. Then the truth hits him - the street isn't there anymore.