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"Well, look! Look at that!" She thrust the paper into his hands, still folded, the big, black headline where he could see it. KHALID IB'N HUSSEIN ASSASSINATED He glanced over the leading paragraphs. Leader of Islamic Caliphate shot to death in Basra WELL LOOK LOOK AT THAT SHE THRUST THE PAPER INTO HIS HANDS STILL FOLDED THE BIG BLACK HEADLINE WHERE HE COULD SEE IT HALID IBN HOUSSAIN ASSASSINATED HE GLANCED OVER THE LEADING PARAGRAPHS LEADER OF ISLAMIC CALIPHATE SHOT TO DEATH IN BASRA
no more trouble, and if any of the trustees or influential alumni made any protest about what had happened in Modern History IV, he heard nothing about it. He managed to conduct his classes without further incidents, and spent his evenings trying, not always successfully, to avoid drifting into "memories" of the future.... * * * * * He came into his office that morning tired and unrefreshed by the few hours' sleep he had gotten the night before, edgy from the strain, of trying to adjust his mind to the world of Blanley College in mid-April of 1973. Pottgeiter hadn't arrived yet, but Marjorie Fenner was waiting for him; a newspaper in her hand, almost bursting with excitement. "Here; have you seen it, Doctor Chalmers?" she asked as he entered. He shook his head. He ought to read the papers more, to keep track of the advancing knife-edge that divided what he might talk about from what he wasn't supposed to know, but each morning he seemed to have less and less time to get ready for work. HT WHITBURN GAVE HIM NO MORE TROUBLE AND IF ANY OF THE TRUSTEES OR INFLUENTIAL ALUMNI MADE ANY PROTEST ABOUT WHAT HAD HAPPENED IN MODERN HISTORY FOR HE HEARD NOTHING ABOUT IT HE MANAGED TO CONDUCT HIS CLASSES WITHOUT FURTHER INCIDENTS AND SPENT HIS EVENINGS TRYING NOT ALWAYS SUCCESSFULLY TO AVOID DRIFTING INTO MEMORIES OF THE FUTURE HE CAME INTO HIS OFFICE THAT MORNING TIRED AND UNREFRESHED BY THE FEW HOURS SLEEP HE HAD GOTTEN THE NIGHT BEFORE EDGY FROM THE STRAIN OF TRYING TO ADJUST HIS MIND TO THE WORLD OF BLANLEY COLLEGE IN MID APRIL OF NINETEEN SEVENTY THREE POTTGEITER HADN'T ARRIVED YET BUT MARJORIE FENNER WAS WAITING FOR HIM A NEWSPAPER IN HER HAND ALMOST BURSTING WITH EXCITEMENT HERE HAVE YOU SEEN IT DOCTOR CHALMERS SHE ASKED AS HE ENTERED HE SHOOK HIS HEAD HE OUGHT TO READ THE PAPERS MORE TO KEEP TRACK OF THE ADVANCING KNIFE EDGE THAT DIVIDED WHAT HE MIGHT TALK ABOUT FROM WHAT HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO KNOW BUT EACH MORNING HE SEEMED TO HAVE LESS AND LESS TIME TO GET READY FOR WORK
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