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We have two antique clocks. They aren't especially accurate but they go tick tock and chime- or rather they used to- because now, within a month or two of one another, they've given up working. If this is an omen I don't entirely know what it means, but I'm determined to view it positively because, as Hamlet says, nothing is either good or bad "but thinking makes it so."
I'm put in mind of an old old story that has always fascinated me. It goes something like this. The medieval philosopher Roger Bacon- who was a renaissance man before there was a renaissance- is supposed to have made a head out of brass- and then magicked it so it could speak. The head, once invoked, had three things to say, with intervals in between. First it said "Time Is", then it said "Time was" and finally it said "Time is past"- after which it either fell silent or exploded. I prefer to think it exploded. No-one has ever explained what the story means- or if, indeed, it means anything at all. As with all mysteries the fascination lies in the mysteriousness...
So, We could get a clock-man in to fiddle expensively with our two clocks or we could accept that, like the brazen head, they've had their say- and from now on they're ornaments and nothing more. While we make up our minds we're filling the vacancy by purchasing one of those clever radio-controlled clocks that works off a signal sent out by Greenwich and can therefore never be wrong.
I'm put in mind of an old old story that has always fascinated me. It goes something like this. The medieval philosopher Roger Bacon- who was a renaissance man before there was a renaissance- is supposed to have made a head out of brass- and then magicked it so it could speak. The head, once invoked, had three things to say, with intervals in between. First it said "Time Is", then it said "Time was" and finally it said "Time is past"- after which it either fell silent or exploded. I prefer to think it exploded. No-one has ever explained what the story means- or if, indeed, it means anything at all. As with all mysteries the fascination lies in the mysteriousness...
So, We could get a clock-man in to fiddle expensively with our two clocks or we could accept that, like the brazen head, they've had their say- and from now on they're ornaments and nothing more. While we make up our minds we're filling the vacancy by purchasing one of those clever radio-controlled clocks that works off a signal sent out by Greenwich and can therefore never be wrong.
