Valentine: And everything is mixing the same way, all the time, irreversibly . . . [...] . . . till there's no time left. That's what time means. (2.7)
So what is it that time means, again? At its most basic level, according to Valentine, it means you can't go back into history – unless, of course, you're writing or reading a play that does exactly that. How might reading or seeing Arcadia, or any other historical text, differ from actually taking a spin to the nineteenth century?