TIME SPEEDS ALONG
Everything is ample to itself,
unremitting larceny, taking what
it gets : today, in the sun; tomorrow,
in rain. I can remember the idea of
force before it really meant a thing.
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That man - over there - he opened
that book, and a skeleton fell out.
Until that point, he said, he never
realized that - as bones - we all
look alike. I said, 'I think it's slowly
evolved that way; yet still, time
speeds along.'
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