Feb 28, 2005 17:17
I love Chris Rock. "Damn Whoopi looks good!"
Concerned, Harrison led Maskelyne into the room where he kept the clocks, which had been his close companions for thirty years. They were all running, each in its own characteristic way, like a gathering of old friends in animated conversation. Little did they care that time had rendered them obsolete. They chattered on among themselves, oblivious to the world at large, lovingly cared for in this cozy place.
Dava Sobel, Longitude
I like that paragraph. It sort of makes me want to be a clock.