Showing posts with label the clocks have no hands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the clocks have no hands. Show all posts

Tuesday, 20 October 2009

All the clocks have no hands

We are all at a wonderful ball where champagne sparkles in every glass and soft laughter falls upon the summer air.  We know, by the rules, that at some moment, terrorists will burst in through the terrace doors, killing many and scattering the survivors.  Those who leave early will be saved, but the ball is so splended that no one wants to leave while there is still time.  Everyone wants to enjoy one more dance and sip one more glass of champagne.  So everyone keeps asking:  "What time is it?  What time is it?"  We look around and find that all the clocks have no hands.