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Time and the Tradesman




Once Time as he prowled the world, his hair grey not with
weakness but with dust of the ruin of cities, came to a
furniture shop and entered the Antique department. And
there he saw a man darkening the wood of a chair with dye
and beating it with chains and making imitation worm-holes
in it.
And when Time saw another doing his work he stood by him
awhile and looked on critically.
And at last he said: "That is not how I work," and he
turned the man's hair white and bent his back and put some
furrows in his little cunning face; then turned and strode
away, for a mighty city that was weary and sick and too long
had troubled the fields was sore in need of him.













The Little City




I was in the pre-destined 11.8 from Goraghwood to Drogheda,
when I suddenly saw the city. It was a little city in a