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[mikebailey]

> ---
>
> "This hasn't /been/ invented yet. I found it -- it found me? -- a
> fisherman in the fog, casting his lines again and again into the
> invisible river, the flow of Time, hoping to retrieve just such
> artifacts as this."
>
> "Your own future may never include it.  Nor mine."
>
> Today's lousy essay question:
> What's going on here?
>

there's another sf/fantasy book where this happens even more
similarly - probably more than one, but one particular one
that I can't think of; instead my mind keeps slipping past it
to Zelazny's _Amber_ stories, when he's sliding between universes,
and the artifacts are just slightly differen.
Oh, but there's one story or novel where the protagonist
goes fishing in alternate realities _just like that_

In another sense, of course, he is feeding the girl a line.

This interlude is a rite of passage and also a deflection (maturation?) of the
Chum narrative beyond pure Hardy-boy/Tom-Swift abeyant-sexual adventure

and "just when he thinks he's out, they pull him back in"