[...] "Clocks," said the Prince, "are shackles on the feet of mankind. I have observed you looking persistently at that clock. Its face is that of a tyrant, its numbers are false as those on a lottery ticket; its hands are those of a bunco steerer, who makes an appointment with you to your ruin. Let me entreat you to throw off its humiliating bonds and to cease to order your affairs by that insensate monitor of brass and steel." [...]
O. Henry, in The Caliph, Cupid and the Clock
Que bom seria que uma dia
ResponderEliminarse livrasse a humanidade
dessa espécie de mania
de medira eternidade!
JCN