CLOCKS.
There are two kinds of clocks. There is the clock that is always
wrong, and that knows it is wrong, and glories in it; and there is the
clock that is always right--except when you rely upon it, and then it
is more wrong than you would think a clock _could_ be in a civilized
country.
I remember a clock of this latter type, that we had in the house when
I was a boy, routing us all up at three o'clock one winter's morning.
We had finished breakfast at ten minutes to four, and I got to school
a little after five, and sat down on the step outside and cried,
because I thought the world had come to an end; everything was so
death-like!
Detalles
- Fecha de publicación
- Mar 24, 2007
- Idioma
- English
- Categoría
- Poesía
- Copyright
- Todos los derechos reservados - Licencia estándar de copyright
- Contribuyentes
- Por (autor o autora): Jerome K. Jerome
Especificaciones
- Páginas
- 12
- Tipo de encuadernación
- Tapa blanda Cubierta grapada
- Color de interior
- Blanco y negro
- Dimensiones
- Comercial EE.UU. (6 x 9 in / 152 x 229 mm)