From “This Week’s Hype II,” a post at Peter Woit’s physics weblog this afternoon, a comment—
TedUnger says:
March 17, 2011 at 5:34 pm
“… there’s been nothing from these CERN scientists
except some lousy boring data on physics!
They better at least give us some time travel or else!
You know that is what Joe Public is thinking.”
The commenter’s identity is not clear. Even less clear is the identity of his subject, Joe Public.
For some remarks on time travel from literature rather than science, see “Damnation Morning” in this journal.
Erin O’Connor’s St. Patrick’s Day post this morning says,
“[Roddy] Doyle’s take on the Irish struggle for independence,
A Star Called Henry , has a lovely touch of magical realism.”
Note that the remarks by Henry Baker in this morning’s post here were dated Thursday, 11 September 1913.
Related material—
Yet they were of a different kind
The names that stilled your childish play,
They have gone about the world like wind,
But little time had they to pray
For whom the hangman’s rope was spun,
And what, God help us, could they save:
Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,
It’s with O’Leary in the grave.
William Butler Yeats, “September 1913“