Science fiction; Short stories; Time travel -- Fiction
_So that six months later Blackburn and Shaheen got into a violent
argument in the office of the university president, Dr. Freylinghuysen,
the two mathematical-physicists completely unable to agree on the
color of a girl's dress, a girl they'd not only never seen in their
lives before ten that morning, but one who subsequently leveled
charges of assault and malicious mischief and attempted rape at
the university along with a civil suit for $50,000. Although it had
to be said in Pendelton's defense that it wasn't his fault. It was
Chaplain Rowan who sprinted across Voltaire Mall and attempted to
strip Miss Ethel Chattinger, purely in the interest of science of
course but the young lady couldn't quite see it that way, especially
since Rowan, the university chaplain, had gotten away with quite a
swatch, a large jagged piece of knit woolen dress which he later on
triumphantly deposited on Dr. Freylinghuysen's desk, only to find that
he hadn't really proved anything at all other than that perhaps Miss
Chattinger--otherwise known as the either/or proposition--was not a
quick change artist and the Humanities department's 35-year-old prodigy
of an air conditioner repairman Leopold Pendelton wasn't a practical
joker._
* * * * *
"The first thing," Pendelton said that first day, "is for you to forget
about paradox. Paradox _has nothing to do with time travel_. _Nothing._
It's a monkeying around with words for purposes of profit and it has no
place in the office of two experimental physicists. Anyone who answers
an honest question with a paradox is a guaranteed shifty character and
the chances are he's writing on the sly."
Preoccupied with not sounding obnoxious, Pendelton missed Blackburn's
ostentatiously bored expression, didn't notice the enormous sarcastic
attention that Shaheen was giving him. Instead, he remarked: "Feel
free to interrupt me with questions. I want to finish off paradox so
we can get on to the Great Implication. Will that be a satisfactory
procedure?" He hovered over the desks staring at them with big eyes
until they slowly nodded their heads up and down.
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