From Einstein's Dreams, by Alan P. Lightman
14 MAY 1905There is a place where time stands still. Raindrops hang motionless in air. Pendulums of clocks float mid-swing. Dogs raise their muzzles in silent howls. Pedestrians are frozen on dusty streets, their legs cocked as if held by strings. The aromas of dates, mangoes, coriander, cumin are
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