Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Time, time, time

Time is short. There's no time like the right time. Time waits for no-one. The time has come today. Does anybody really know what time it is?

Your time is up.

Time, these days, is the ultimate premium commodity. There's not enough time for . . . you name it. Running out of time, needing more time, wishing there was enough time to --- you get the picture.

Even the so-called newspaper of record (and now of Select) is called the Times.

We perceive (measure?) time in more ways than one.

There is the passage of time, the sense of time, the time of one's life, and so forth.

Oops, looking at the, uh, time, I realize there are pressing obligations, and I will run out of time if I don't stop this and pay attention to them. Time, obviously, to go.