"Again time elapsed."
-- Carolyn Keene, The Secret of the Old Clock
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“The time would not pass. Somebody was playing with the clocks ... ”
-- Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
Clocks--that's the problem.
Every clock is a nest of minutes and hours.
Clocks strap us into their shape.
Instead of heading for the nearest star,
Every clock is a nest of minutes and hours.
Clocks strap us into their shape.
Instead of heading for the nearest star,
all we do is corkscrew.
Clocks lock us into minutes, make Ferris wheel
riders of us all, lug us round and round
from number to number,
dice the time of our lives into tiny bits
until the bits are all we know
and the only question we care to ask is
"What time is it?"
Clocks lock us into minutes, make Ferris wheel
riders of us all, lug us round and round
from number to number,
dice the time of our lives into tiny bits
until the bits are all we know
and the only question we care to ask is
"What time is it?"
-- Jerry Spinelli, Love, Stargirl
("The Clock on the Morning Lenape Building)
