There was a tunnel, and a light and at the end of the tunnel, and through this light, was another tunnel and a brighter light. In the middle of this brighter light was a little box. Inside the box was a key to its lock.
Mr Dickens arrived just in time to see the white rabbit abscond with the box, right before he could claim it for his own. He thought he heard the rabbit mutter something about being very late, dropping a pocket clock as he left. Mr Dickens picked up the small clock and saw its hands moving backwards.
Years later he related this story to a friend whose name was also Charles.
“You know how clocks keep step with the time in the present?” he began.
“Yes yes,” nodded the cleric, packing his already stuffed pipe.
"Well it appears that my pocket automata dictates time itself - it leads the dance, so to speak."
“How so?" asked Charles to Charles. He was not disconsiderate - in point of fact, he seriously admired his colleague and loved him for his great fascination of the world. Anything that Dickens said he sincerely believed.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses: Azlander Series
Years later he related this story to a friend whose name was also Charles.
“You know how clocks keep step with the time in the present?” he began.
“Yes yes,” nodded the cleric, packing his already stuffed pipe.
"Well it appears that my pocket automata dictates time itself - it leads the dance, so to speak."
“How so?" asked Charles to Charles. He was not disconsiderate - in point of fact, he seriously admired his colleague and loved him for his great fascination of the world. Anything that Dickens said he sincerely believed.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses: Azlander Series
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