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“Struck is the hour from its ivory tower,
At sixes and sevens, the stars in their heavens,
As minute hands dance at twilight's advance,
To the cadence of time, the archangel’s chime;
Listen closely for me at a quarter to thee,
‘Twixt the tick and the tock of grandpapa’s clock,
Unquicken thine pace, for run is the race,
Hear the pendulum lock, ziccoty, diccoty, dock.”
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“Struck is the hour from its ivory tower,
At sixes and sevens, the stars in their heavens,
As minute hands dance at twilight's advance,
To the cadence of time, the archangel’s chime;
Listen closely for me at a quarter to thee,
‘Twixt the tick and the tock of grandpapa’s clock,
Unquicken thine pace, for run is the race,
Hear the pendulum lock, ziccoty, diccoty, dock.”
‘There was a sudden stillness like the gap between ticks on a clock, but the next tick never coming.’
- Sadie Jones, The Outcast
- Sadie Jones, The Outcast
