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Long Night
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The clock had stopped, and I, afraid to move, remained within my chair as still as its unmoving hands. It seemed to me, as night had come, and come some hours heretofore, that it despised the fact that anything should with precise and counted steps mark out its coming end, for it had come upon the day as like a pouncing cat, which starved, played not but quickly gobbled up its prey. It had no time to make a soft invasion of the world, and now, not to itself allowing some remorse, and in some fear that it must likewise face a sudden end, harshly resented all the signs that man had made to mark the time. What is time but light? and what is light to night but death? And so with bated breath I held my peace unto the night lest it should suffer me likewise, which is to say, should not at all suffer a word from me.
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