He wanted to cut his time. What he got was a whole bunch more time. What kind of mental machinery does this guy have in his head?

They'll do anything or say anything to get their time cut.

For me the noise of Time is not sad: I love bells, clocks, watches — and I recall that at first photographic implements were related to techniques of cabinetmaking and the machinery of precision: cameras, in short, were clocks for seeing, and perhaps in me someone very old still hears in the photographic mechanism the living sound of the wood.

Fears that production will be cut at a time of relative tightness has pushed the price higher.

He's not worthy of belief.

(Roman) wasn't there. He was at home.