I need time. TIME!!!

[jchrisobrien]

I don't have enough time to do all of the things I want.
I don't have enough time to hang out with everyone I want to.
I want to share the love, y'all, and there's a lot of lovin' to share.
So if you really want to get me something nice for Christmas, get me TIME!

I've got an extra large stocking...

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From The Sound and the Fury:

When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between seven and eight oclock and then I was in time again, hearing the watch. It was Grandfather's and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excruciatingly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father's. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

And my parody:

I heard him fumble at a pocket, heard the ticking. I forced myself to look at him. He dangled the pocket watch by its chain and grimaced at it, as if examining some cricket he had discovered in his shower.

"It was my fatherFrom The Sound and the Fury:

When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between seven and eight oclock and then I was in time again, hearing the watch. It was Grandfather's and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excruciatingly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father's. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

And my parody:

I heard him fumble at a pocket, heard the ticking. I forced myself to look at him. He dangled the pocket watch by its chain and grimaced at it, as if examining some cricket he had discovered in his shower.

"It was my father’s watch,” he said. “His father gave it to him. It’s the fashion now to see time as a metaphor for motion, a common delusion for convenience and synchronicity, a place-marker. Before me, though, they saw it more fatalistically, Celia.” He dropped it in the suitcase. “They saw that you could really be frozen in time, a slave of your times ... What is a clock-watcher, Celia?”

I knew better than try to answer my father, the lawyer, the rhetorician.

“It’s someone who feels they should be somewhere else, doing something else with their time. It’s a mediocre person, Celia, who can’t give their full attention to the here and now. It’s a thwarted person, who feels trapped in it.”

He dropped the watch on my bed. He gave a watch to Joshua, too, when Joshua left for boot camp.

"Should have gotten you a dog, Celia, back after your mother died. You were always so good with animals. When you weren't shooting them."

Hee. This is fun.

-- PR

All that is human must retrograde if it does not advance.
-- Gibbon, The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire

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And from The Glass Menagerie, by Tennesse Williams:

I didn't go to the moon, I went much further - for time is the longest distance between two places - Not long after that I was fired for writing a poem on the lid of a shoebox. I left Saint Louis, I descended the steps of this fire-escape for a last time and followed, from then on, in my father's footsteps, attempting to find in motion what was lost in space - I travelled around a great deal. The cities swept about me like dead leaves, leaves that were brightly coloured but torn away from the branches. I would have stopped, but I was pursued by something. It always came upon me unawares, taking me altogether by surprise. Perhaps it was a familiar bit of music. Perhaps it was only a piece of transparent glass - Perhaps I am walking along a street at night, in some strange city, before I have found companions, I pass the lighted window of a shop where perfume is sold. The window is filled with pieces of coloured glass, tiny trans- parent bottles in delicate colours, like bits of a shattered rainbow. Then all at once my sister touches my shoulder. I turn around and look into her eyes ... Oh, Laura, Laura, I tried to leave you behind me, but I am more faithful than I intended to be! I reach for a cigarette, I cross the street, I run into the movies or a bar, I buy a drink, I speak to the nearest stranger - anything that can blow your candles out!