Victor was the most erudite Shakespearean scholar on earth. There wasn’t a line he hadn’t fathomed, a nuance he hadn’t plumbed. But life, for him, was not all academic. No indeed! One day, as Victor went for his daily wander (lonely as a cloud that floats on high o’er vales and hills), he came across not only a host of golden daffodils beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze, but H.G. Wells’ original time machine.
“Great Scott!” said Victor. “This seems to be H.G. Wells’ original time machine sitting here amidst a host of Wordsworthian golden daffodils!”
Not agin to adventure, Victor stepped inside the machine and pressed buttons. “Take me back in time to meet William Shakespeare himself!” commanded Victor.
There was a whirring sound. Victor found he was sitting at a bench table in an early seventeenth century pub called The Cock and Bull. He was right opposite the Bard himself. Shakespeare spoke to him personally.
Victor couldn’t understand a damn word.