If you’re talking about time-tours, why don’t you come with us? We’re going to see the Crucifixion.

Let’s put it this way—if you do persuade the lady to take a bite, you lose your legs.

It was a shock to find that the expedition could go no further back than 429 BC; though for some of us, it was not an unwelcome one. Miriam was perhaps the only one amongst us who was annoyed that we couldn't get to Pericles. He had died earlier, in the part of the year we couldn’t reach. So near—but we had hit a barrier, as solid as a rockface on the path of linear time, in the year that the Peloponnesian War was gaining momentum.