about a time traveling author who goes to the future (via Satanic dealmaking) and finds out nobody remembers him, there is this text copied from that text of the future
From page 234 of "Inglish Littracher 1890-1900" bi T. K. Nupton, publishd bi th Stait, 1992.
Fr egzarmpl, a riter ov th time, naimed Max Beerbohm, hoo woz stil alive in th twentith senchri, rote a stauri in wich e pautraid an immajnari karrakter kauld "Enoch Soames"—a thurd-rait poit hoo beleevz imself a grate jeneus an maix a bargin with th Devvl in auder ter no wot posterriti thinx ov im! It iz a sumwot labud sattire, but not without vallu az showing hou seriusli the yung men ov th aiteen-ninetiz took themselvz. Nou that th littreri profeshn haz bin auganized az a departmnt of publik servis, our riters hav found their levvl an hav lernt ter doo their duti without thort ov th morro. "Th laibrer iz werthi ov hiz hire" an that iz aul. Thank hevvn we hav no Enoch Soameses amung us to-dai!
You will of course note that the future is now our past, and the inevitable future did not come to pass, even though some people are still obviously working on it, and this is very troubling because it means the devil lied and poor Enoch Soames lost his soul and went to hell for nothing, because of a "a swindle, a common swindle" as Max Beerbohm puts it in the story.
about a time traveling author who goes to the future (via Satanic dealmaking) and finds out nobody remembers him, there is this text copied from that text of the future
From page 234 of "Inglish Littracher 1890-1900" bi T. K. Nupton, publishd bi th Stait, 1992.
Fr egzarmpl, a riter ov th time, naimed Max Beerbohm, hoo woz stil alive in th twentith senchri, rote a stauri in wich e pautraid an immajnari karrakter kauld "Enoch Soames"—a thurd-rait poit hoo beleevz imself a grate jeneus an maix a bargin with th Devvl in auder ter no wot posterriti thinx ov im! It iz a sumwot labud sattire, but not without vallu az showing hou seriusli the yung men ov th aiteen-ninetiz took themselvz. Nou that th littreri profeshn haz bin auganized az a departmnt of publik servis, our riters hav found their levvl an hav lernt ter doo their duti without thort ov th morro. "Th laibrer iz werthi ov hiz hire" an that iz aul. Thank hevvn we hav no Enoch Soameses amung us to-dai!
You will of course note that the future is now our past, and the inevitable future did not come to pass, even though some people are still obviously working on it, and this is very troubling because it means the devil lied and poor Enoch Soames lost his soul and went to hell for nothing, because of a "a swindle, a common swindle" as Max Beerbohm puts it in the story.