Anselm Cramer reminds me of a time I lived with no time piece. I had to
be a work at 7:45 every morning. Within a few days of taking a room I
could tell the time almost to the minute just by a shadow on a wall
outside my bedroom window. It was in Vancouver, in March, and soon the
rain started to fall--every minute of every day for seven weeks. But by
then my inner clock was perfectly reliable for outer concerns.
Maybe one day I'll get into jewelery, pierce my nose with a little silver
sundial, and always look thereafter on the bright side of life.
Chuck Costello
Graduate Centre for Study of Drama
University of Toronto
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