![]() ![]() Even if it cost you your freedom, your life, your youth. He’s been shuttling between the 21st century and the 1940s searching for a Victorian atrocity called the bishops bird stump. To do something for someone or something you loved - England or Shakespeare or a dog or the Hodbins or history - wasn't a sacrifice at all. From Connie Willis, winner of multiple Hugo and Nebula Awards, comes a comedic romp through an unpredictable world of mystery, love, and time travel. Like I must have looked there in the rubble with Sir Godfrey, my hand pressed against his heart. Like Mike must have looked in Kent, composing engagement announcements and letters to the editor. Like Eileen had looked, telling Polly she'd decided to stay. As if he was where he wanted to be, doing what he wanted to do. Like Colin helping Mr Dunworthy across the wreckage. Like Ernest Shackleton, setting out in that tiny boat across icy seas. He looked like Captain Faulknor must have looked, lashing the ships together. He looked instead like Marjorie had looked telling Polly she'd joined the Nursing Service, like Mr Humphreys had looked filling buckets with water and sand to save Saint Paul's, like Miss Laburnum had looked that day she came to Townsend Brothers with the coats. Or even like someone determined to "do his bit". He didn't look - in spite of the crown of thorns - like someone making a sacrifice. ![]() ![]() “She had been wrong in thinking Christ had been called up against his will to fight in a war. ![]()
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