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Just outside the gate I look into the courtyard underneath the gathering thunderstorm. Through the iron bars, I see the Black Maria revolving slowly on its platform. In the topmost tower, a light burns dim; a coiling filament glowing within1

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Sunday Comics

Clocks on the wall talk to watches on the wrist. It’s the moments we relive, it’s the moments like this — when it’s time to get ill we’ll be so ahead of time — it’s the moments we achieve…Best believe it’s the moments.