A recent conversation: Dubya: Look at the clock, time is racing! Cheney: That's the second hand, George.

I barely have any clocks in my place, but I always have my cell phone with me,

A watched clock never tells the time

I stood on the bridge at midnight, / As the clocks were striking the hour.

My evening visitors, if they cannot see the clock, should find the time in my face.

We all run on two clocks. One is the outside clock, which ticks away our decades and brings us ceaselessly to the dry season. The other is the inside clock, where you are your own timekeeper and determine your own chronology, your own internal weather and your own rate of living. Sometimes the inner clock runs itself out long before the outer one, and you see a dead man going through the motions of living.