You don’t make wine like the greeks did

Originally published in Amazing Science Fiction Stories April 1960

An eminent psychologist tries to help a new patient overcome his belief he came from the future, and the patient’s wife with her amnesia. A very different and humorous take on the time travel theme.

“Every century has its advantages and its drawbacks,” he said. “We, for instance, have bred out sexual desire. And, as for you people …”

“Oh, let’s mix in the lime juice first. Aren’t you at all anxious to see how it will taste? Honestly, men have no curiosity.”

Well, as it turned out, it tasted pretty good. At any rate, that was the consensus of opinion, alcoholic as it might have been, as they returned with the pitcher of green martinis to the living room. “The furthest back that I can remember,” Mimi said after they had settled themselves on the divan, “the absolutely first thing I can remember is relieving my bladder, if that makes any sense to you.”

“As a matter of fact,” Victor said, “it makes extremely good sense indeed. If you will pardon me and kindly direct me towards the wash room?”