Chasing Time

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.”
Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?”
The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?”
Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!”
“Oh!!!!”
The audience erupted into thunderous applause.
“Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately.
The applause grew even more fervent...
(The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

The Shadow of Great Britain

At that time, our speed was around eight to nine knots, but these dolphins could not only keep up with our pace but also zipped agilely from the bow to the stern of the Beagle. They seemed to consider it a form of entertainment and were quite joyous in play.


What a splendid spectacle it was! Arthur, you know how I am—upon encountering such a scene, all of the classical literature cells in my body couldn't help but stir with excitement. Witnessing the morning twilight on the sea surface and these maritime sprites, I couldn't resist tapping my thigh in admiration, planning to compose a poem!


I immediately thought of Lord Byron's "Maid of Athens," and for the first time, I fully understood the emotions Lord Byron experienced while crafting that poem.


Before the rolling golden sea and these beautiful creatures drifting away from us, I couldn't help reciting aloud.


"Maid of Athens, ere we part, give, oh give me back my heart!


Chapter 238 Why Are Things Always So Bad for Eld (7K2) Part 3