Saturday, February 18, 2012


The house we are living in this academic year is just down the street from the biggest church in town. It is a beautiful church, albeit more so from the inside than from the outside, and its church bells have become one of the main means to determine what time it is ever since we first moved in. They joyfully chime every quarter of an hour; different melodies indicating how much time of an hour has elapsed, eventually culminating in a series of successive bells signalling the hour. I am becoming more and more accustomed to the rhythm: increasingly I find myself in situations where long before the first tune resounds my inner clock already knows which quarterly melody is about to be played.

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