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to him; and telling him about the old days and the old ways of thought; 

and the old life and the old people。 

     The clock   impressed   my  wife   very  much。           She   was very  thoughtful 

all   the   way   home;   and;   as   we   went   upstairs   to   our   flat;   she   said;   〃Why 

could not we have a clock like that?〃            She said it would seem like having 

some   one   in   the   house   to   take   care   of   us   allshe   should   fancy   it   was 

looking after baby! 

     I have a man in Northamptonshire from whom I buy old furniture now 

and then; and to him I applied。           He answered by return to say that he had 

got exactly the very thing I wanted。           (He always has。        I am very lucky in 

this respect。)     It was the quaintest and most old…fashioned clock he had 

come      across   for  a   long   while;   and   he   enclosed     photograph     and    full 

particulars; should he send it up? 

     From   the   photograph   and   the   particulars;   it   seemed;   as   he   said;   the 

very thing; and I told him; 〃Yes; send it up at once。〃 



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     Three days afterward; there came a knock at the doorthere had been 

other knocks at the door before this; of course; but I am dealing   merely 

with the history of the clock。        The girl said a couple of men were outside; 

and wanted to see me; and I went to them。 

     I found   they  were Pickford's carriers;   and   glancing at the   way…bill;   I 

saw that it was my clock that they had brought; and I said; airily; 〃Oh; yes; 

it's quite right; bring it up!〃 

     They said they were very sorry; but that was just the difficulty。 They 

could not get it up。 

     I  went    down     with   them;   and   wedged      securely    across   the  second 

landing of the staircase; I found a box which I should have judged to be 

the original case in which Cleopatra's Needle came over。 

     They said that was my clock。 

     I  brought     down    a  chopper     and   a  crowbar;     and   we   sent   out  and 

collected in two extra hired ruffians and the five of us worked away for 

half an hour and got the clock out; after which the traffic up and down the 

staircase was resumed; much to the satisfaction of the other tenants。 

     We then got the clock upstairs and put it together; and I fixed it in the 

corner of the dining…room。 

     At first it exhibited a strong desire to topple over and fall on people; 

but by the liberal use of nails and screws and bits of firewood; I made life 

in   the   same   room  with   it   possible;   and   then;   being   exhausted;   I   had   my 

wounds dressed; and went to bed。 

     In   the   middle   of   the   night   my   wife   woke   me   up   in   a   great   state   of 

alarm; to say that the clock had just struck thirteen; and who did I think 

was going to die? 

     I said I did not know; but hoped it might be the next…door dog。 

     My  wife   said she   had   a   presentiment   it   meant   baby。     There   was   no 

comforting her; she cried herself to sleep again。 

     During the course of the morning; I succeeded in persuading her that 

she must have made a mistake; and she consented to smile once more。 In 

the afternoon the clock struck thirteen again。 

     This renewed all her fears。          She  was convinced now  that both   baby 

and I were doomed; and that she would be left a childless widow。                    I tried 



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to treat the matter as a joke; and this only made her more wretched。 She 

said that she could see I really felt as she did; and was only pretending to 

be   light…hearted   for   her   sake;   and   she   said   she   would   try   and   bear   it 

bravely。 

     The person she chiefly blamed was Buggles。 

     In the night the clock gave us another warning; and my wife accepted 

it for her Aunt Maria; and seemed resigned。                She wished; however; that I 

had never had the clock; and wondered when; if ever; I should get cured of 

my absurd craze for filling the house with tomfoolery。 

     The next day the clock struck thirteen four times and this cheered her 

up。    She said that if we were all going to die; it did not so much matter。 

Most likely there was a fever or a plague coming; and we should all   be 

taken together。 

     She was quite light…hearted over it! 

     After   that   the   clock   went on   and   killed   every  friend   and   relation   we 

had; and then it started on the neighbors。 

     It  struck    thirteen   all  day   long   for  months;     until   we   were    sick  of 

slaughter; and there could not have been a human being left alive for miles 

around。 

     Then it turned over a new leaf; and gave up murdering folks; and took 

to striking mere harmless thirty…nines and forty…ones。                Its favorite number 

now   is   thirty…two;   but   once   a   day   it   strikes   forty…nine。 It   never   strikes 

more     than   forty…nine。     I  don't   know     whyI    have   never    been    able  to 

understand whybut it doesn't。 

     It does not strike at regular intervals; but when it feels it wants to and 

would be better for it。        Sometimes it strikes three or four times within the 

same hour; and at other times it will go for half…a…day without striking at 

all。 

     He is an odd old fellow! 

     I   have   thought   now   and   then   of   having   him   〃seen   to;〃   and   made   to 

keep   regular   hours   and   be   respectable;   but;   somehow;   I   seem   to   have 

grown to love him as he is with his daring mockery of Time。 

     He certainly has not much respect for it。              He seems to go out of his 

way almost to openly insult it。          He calls half…past two thirty…eight o'clock; 



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and in twenty minutes from then he says it is one! 

     Is   it   that   he   really   has   grown   to   feel   contempt   for   his   master;   and 

wishes to show it?          They say no man is a hero to his valet; may it be that 

even   stony…face   Time   himself   is   but   a   short…lived;   puny   mortala   little 

greater than some others; that is allto the dim eyes of this old servant of 

his?     Has be; ticking; ticking; all these years; come at last to see into the 

littleness of that Time that looms so great to our awed human eyes? 

     Is   he   saying;   as   he   grimly   laughs;   and     strikes   his   thirty…fives    and 

forties:     〃Bah!   I   know   you;  Time;   godlike   and   dread   though   you   seem。 

What are you but a phantoma dreamlike the rest of us here?                         Ay; less; 

for   you   will   pass   away   and   be   no   more。     Fear   him   not;   immortal   men。 

Time is but the shadow of the world upon the background of Eternity!〃 



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