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August 23, 2012
IíM AN OLD MAN, and my time is at end, so I want to write this down and have it out of me. I donít see the harm in having it known.

At 10 a.m., March 11, 1974 I flipped a switch in a secret laboratory in New Mexico, intending to send my best friend, Dr. Leonard Petts, one millisecond into the past, and two meters to his right.

I spent the rest of my career teaching undergraduate physics at Princeton, and obsessed with the ďeventĒ at Tunguska, 7:14 a.m., June 30, 1908.

His eyes, as he left: Terror.