2013 July 29
Alexander Pelham Trottter did many things in the nine decades of his now all-but-forgotten life, among them essentially founding, as a scientific discipline, the entire branch of engineering concerned with street-lighting and open-air illumination. Although he spent years in public service and was a (largely unheeded) senior technical-advisor to the British government during the First World War, he hated the ever-growing bureaucracy (which he blamed for the slaughter in the trenches), and, as noted elsewhere on this site, was among the few champions of Mrs. Hertha Ayrton, whose career (and with it perhaps the advance of whole fields of physics) was stalled by the sexism and anti-Semitism of the British establishment. He was an early adopter of every new technology, but a student of old technology as well: his article "Stonehenge as an Astronomical Instrument" (he doubted it was) appeared in Volume 1, Number 1 of Antiquity. A radical within the system ... an internationalist in a time of jingoistic xenophobia ... one of the great electrical-engineers of his generation ...
Not quite so good as a poet, though.
TIME TURNED BACK:
A Poem by A. P. Trotter
[Knowledge 4, 362 (1883)]. Trotter's words are in bold.
Home from the War
Evening, After Rain by Benjamin Williams Leader (1886).
Kinburn, Ukraine, 1855 October 17.
Diorama, Regimental Museum of the Argyll & Sutherland Highlanders [Photo: Kim Traynor]
The Valley of Death.
Serpens Caput: "twice as far as is Arcturus". [Animation by MicheletB]
Rather a cross between William Topaz McGonagall and Martin Amis, to be sure, but there are salvageable bits. If I were rewriting this -- for a steampunk song, perhaps? -- I would certainly cut 11-15, and probably put 30 or 31 near the beginning. But a few lines are quite good: Nodding their heads, bend forward // Against the rapid stream, for instance, or The cartridge-cases fill, // And soon the cannonadings cease.
Trotter's contemporaries do not seem to have been much taken with "Time Turned Back"; I am unaware of any reference to it beyond its original publication. On that occasion, the editor of Knowledge, Richard A. Proctor, remarked that "I find so much that is really scientific, as well as amusing, in Mr. Trotter's poem that I have inserted it as it stood. I had occasion to make a little note upon one part of it, and as I found a prose note had a comical effect I ran the note (with as little change as possible) into rhymed form:
Just here I would throw in a note
Suggested by this poem
(On things thát we can surmise
Though perchance we'll never know 'em).
This voyager in space,
As our deponent seems to say
Saw more than had elapsed
Within the compass of a day ;
But all that time the Earth
Was swiftly turning without jars,
And the places seen from far away
Were turned towards diff'rent stars.
So to see those places clearly
During several days expiral,
Our traveller must have voyaged
In a most amazing spiral.
See this subject lightly touched on
In my cheerful little treatise
Called Geometry of Cycloids
Which for seaside reading meet is.
It's advertised, I notice,
In the outside sheets of Knowledge
But the bulk of it I worked out
In my salad days at College."
(Proctor, too, was a Victorian polymath whose strong point was not comic verse!)
The existence of some connexion between superluminal velocities and time travel was at least intuited long before Einstein, probably soon after the realisation that the speed of light is not infinite. Looking at the stars (as every populariser of astronomy in the last four centuries has most likely remarked) is looking into the past, seeing them when the rays of their light departed. Likewise, observers hundreds of light-years away see us not as we are now, but as we were centuries ago.
(Of course, relativity makes these statements a bit less self-evidently correct, but never mind that -- one still hears them today.)
Therefore, if one could only race away from the Earth at a speed outstripping light's, then turn around, one would see the past.
Trotter's effort aside, there are several literary treatments of the underlying conceit, works in which time unspools before a distant observer. Among the most elegant is the prose-poem "Lumen" by the astronomer-visionary Camille Flammarion in his Récits de l'infini [Paris: Didier, 1873] (English translation Stories of Infinity [Boston: Brown, 1873]) -- science fiction, but of a type completely different in tone and content from that of his contemporary Jules Verne. Flammarion's dream-like tales will be the subject of a future blog-entry here, but they share little beyond their subject with "Time Turned Back".
Alexander Trotter's wife Alys was a far more talented poet than he; some of
her anguished Great War verse (notably
"The Hospital Visitor") is still read -- and still painful --
today. She was also as an
historian of South Africa. If Alexander Trotter was ahead of his time
as an engineer, Alys Fane Trotter was ahead of hers as a scholar. Her most
Old Cape Colony: A Chronicle of Her Men and Houses
[London: Selwyn & Blount, 1903], told the story of the Dutch settlers
largely through their material domestic culture -- very much a
Twenty-first Century approach, although unusual enough in 1903 for
her to modestly insist "This is not a history". She illustrated the
book herself, and her sketches are of enormous value in their own right.
As she said in the preface: "Calamity falls on houses as well as on
people. I learn that to several buildings has come, since I drew
them, that worst of fates, 'modern improvement.' I make no apology
for including the drawings of houses that can never be seen again ..."
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