The real problem is that a true Wellsian time machine would run into itself. The time machine on its pastward journey just after you flip the switch and the time machine sitting there just before you flip the switch will run into each other […]

The following week, I wrote to the Vietnamese military attaché in Washington D.C. suggesting that he intervene with proper authorities to have the French liaison officer removed from the school's faculty for having misindoctrinated the elite of the American officers corps, the majority of whom would be seeing combat in Viet Nam.

I bought a pint of rye at the liquor counter and carried it over to the stools and set it down on the cracked marble counter.

Oliver was sitting on the edge of the canapé, swinging one leg over the other; and he stopped abruptly and stared, and then sank back, laughing softly to himself.