The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an
ominous ticking sound, and the future anybody's guess. It was
fun back there with the Rover Boys, the Little Colonel,
Pollyanna, and Peg-o'-my-Heart, but we don't want to be caught
in the past while the Russians are shaking hands with the
Martians. Let us then be up and doing.
-- James Thurber
