The method by which one man might be pinpointed in the vastness of all Eternity was the problem tackled by the versatile Frank Belknap Long in this story. And as all minds of great perceptiveness know, it would be a simple, human quality he'd find most effective even in solving Time-Space.
girl crazy enough to give him a second glance: "I'm interested in you, honey! Get rid of him and come over to my table!"
He could say worse things to girls too decent and self-respecting to look at him at all.
You could be so cold and hard nothing could ever hurt you. You could be Mike Galante ...
How could she have loved such a man? And dragged Joe into it, a good kid who had made only one really bad mistake in his life--the mistake of asking her to marry him.
She shivered with a chill of self-loathing and turned her eyes hesitantly toward the big man in bathing trunks who sat alone by the door.
For a moment she met the big man's eyes and her fears seemed to fade away! She stared at him ... sunburned almost black. Muscles like a lifeguard. All alone and not on the make. When he returned her stare his eyes sparkled with friendly interest, but no suggestive, flirtatious intent.
He was too rugged to be really handsome, she thought, but he wouldn't have to start digging
A time traveler who has developed a fear of Time bails out of a research time machine at a time so long ago that they didn't even have telepathy. He expects they'll never find him lost in all eternity.
A curiously bloodless story, with no character in it having any real depth, and with a plot that seems to meander for a while, then end. The writing isn't bad, it's just a thin story.