I just finished reading a collection of H.G. Wells' short fiction, called A Dream of Armageddon: The Complete Supernatural Tales. The following passage struck me; it's from a story entitled "The Queer Story of Brownlow's Newspaper." One morning, instead of receiving a newspaper for the current year, 1931, he receives a paper from the future: 1971. His maid accidentally throws it away, and so he can only describe bits and pieces of it to the narrator. Here's the narrator's response after hearing that the idea of individual nations was more or less obselete in 1971:
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Monday, June 21, 2010
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