"Oh well. I was thinking that perhaps you had Saved Western Civilization Once Again."
Pam grinned. "I've thought of one possible explanation, though."
"What?"
"Remember that question about the Golden Age and Silver Age we handled a couple of weeks ago?"
"Yeah?"
"What do the encyclopedias call the seventeenth century in the Netherlands?"
"The Golden Age of Dutch Culture, isn't it? They've got Rembrandt now. They're going to have Vermeer pretty soon."
"Yep. And now they've got Mom. The one and only Velma Hardesty. Who's busy reducing it to a Silver Age all by herself. And adding a little tarnish."
Feng Shui for the Soul
Kerryn Offord
Grantville, 1633
Kurt Stoltz ignored the rumbling of his stomach and continued his careful scanning of the pages of the newspaper. He well knew that they censored everything. So one had to read everything to detect the tiny inconsistencies that hinted at what they had removed. He knew there were censors about, especially in Grantville. There was no way that they would allow easy access to all the information from the future, no matter what they claimed.
He turned the page and started reading the advertisements.
The ad in the "situations vacant" column practically leapt off the page. Kurt stared at it in disbelief. The Gribbleflotz Spirits of Hartshorn facility in Grantville was looking for multilingual people with fluent English (preferably up-timer English), Latin, and German to work in the research department. He could do that. He was fluent in Latin and German, and had spent several years in England. As for up-timer English, he was a regular user of the various libraries around Grantville. Not that he was well known of course. Anybody growing up in the Stiefel-Meth sect learned the value of keeping their head down and being inconspicuous.