From the flat roof of a house and shop in late twelfth century Constantinople, Jack Havig sees:
the towered city walls;
a maze of thoroughfares;
countless houses and domed churches;
the grand avenue called the Mese;
flowering country beyond the Gate of Charisius;
columned statues;
monastries;
libraries with works by Aeschylus and Sappho that would be lost;
broad crowded forums;
the Hippodrome;
the Imperial Palace;
the glittering blue Sea of Marmora;
masts crowding the Golden Horn;
rich suburbs;
smargadine heights.
Poul Anderson, There Will Be Time (New York, 1973), IX, p. 95.
See also There Will Be Time II.
1 comment:
Kaor, Paul!
And one line I recall from THERE WILL BE TIME about the Constantinople of 1195, in paraphrase, was: "However raddled its domain was, New Rome was still the queen city of the Mediterranean."
And I hope some of these mutant time travelers made efforts to purchase copies of now lost or fragmentary works. Including the works of Emperor Claudius.
Sean
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