I am
afraid, then, that those of my readers will be disappointed who had hoped that
I might be able to throw any fresh light upon the invention
itself. And here I should also make it clear
that I am not in a position to make any contribution to any of those
other controversies concerning time, dual presence and identity
which are raging around us now.
I know the main question
the layman wants to ask. Was
my body, in the months in which I was enclosed
millions of miles away in space, at one and the same time enclosed
in the Asteradio
machine on the third floor of Chandos Street?
I cannot answer that question. Crowmarsh
continually reiterates that that ‘is not putting the question in the right
way.’ We are left in the dark,
and sometimes forced to wish that he would be good enough to put the question
in the ‘right way’ himself, and give us the right answer ! But so far he has given no signs of doing
that.
The point here is that I,
having made by this machine the most momentous journey in
the history of mankind, am as ignorant of my transport as any man
in the street. I can
only describe my sensations and leave it at that.
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