A time-glitch well before 1963 by Anonymous #8, as reported to J.B. Priestley
The only time that time became misplaced for me happened when I was working as a maid in a place called Dunraven Castle in South Wales. There were three of us in the servery just after Saturday luncheon--Hans, the odd-job boy, Renate, the senior maid, and me. The floor of the room was a terra-cotta orange colour. I saw Renate pick up a jug, a white jug, of chocolate sauce. As she turned to hand it to Hans, she dropped it. It smashed, and the pastel-brown sauce formed a very definite pattern on the floor, something like the diagram of an amoeba as shown in a school biology textbook.
As I looked the whole scene melted and, like a loop of film, started again. It was terrifying! I remember shouting to Renate, as she picked up the jug, not to touch it, and screaming in horror as I watched the sauce make its predestined shape on that orange floor. I tried to explain to them how I had watched the scene take place a couple of seconds before it had--and, of course, they said that if I hadn't shouted the whole thing wouldn't have happened.
Source: J.B. Priestley, Man and Time, 1964, pp 207. 'Chocolate Spill' and 'Anonymous #8' are names of convenience added for indexing; the original passage is untitled and the correspondent's name is withheld. She was one of over a thousand to respond to a BBC appeal for experiences that might shed light on the nature of time.--C.W.
World Dream Bank homepage - Art gallery - New stuff - Introductory sampler, best dreams, best art - On dreamwork - Books
Indexes: Subject - Author - Date - Names - Places - Art media/styles
Titles: A - B - C - D - E - F - G - H - IJ - KL - M - NO - PQ - R - Sa-Sh - Si-Sz - T - UV - WXYZ
Email: email@example.com - Catalog of art, books, CDs - Behind the Curtain: FAQs, bio, site map - Kindred sites