Who would you visit?
"Yes. As I said, it is a mystery time scientists may never understand. DeLaney opens the box of spyglasses, and after checking whether she want the pre- or postconsumptive Keats, begins to fashion the scope into a proper configuration. Being a romantic, she chooses postconsumptive, and DeLaney dutifully selects the '141' lens to get her the hundred and forty-one years she'll need to move from 1962 back to 1821, the year Keats happens to be dying in Rome. Then he sits her in front of the spyglass, turns for a moment to pontificate on the magnificent intricacies of time travel—you know the verbosity of some men when it comes to this topic—and when he turns back, the spyglass is on the chair and she's gone." (pg. 216, Flirting with Forever by Gwyn Cready)
If I had access to some kind of time portal, who would I go back to meet? I'm not really sure, to be honest. Beethoven? Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley?...