If you asked Gately what he was feeling right this second he'd have no idea. Security, normally so scrupulous with their fucking trucks at 0005h., is nowhere around, lending weight to yet another cliché. What is midnight to the young? And suddenly a festive blaze was flung Across five cedar trunks, snow patches showed, And a patrol car on our bumpy road Came to a crunching stop. The palace, the night-cellar, the jail, the madhouse the chambers of birth and death, of health and sickness the rigid face of the corpse and the calm sleep of the child - midnight was upon them all.' Oh, spell it out, spell it out: at the precise instant of India's arrival at independence, I tumbled forth into the world. Clock-hands joined palms in respectful greeting as I came.
On the stroke of midnight, as a matter of fact. No, that won't do, there's no getting away from the date: I was born in Doctor Narlikar's Nursing Home on August 15th, 1947. Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. Does this mean I am freer now than I was? I do not know. I understood it, I understood it, all wrong perhaps. I can't sleep.īut in the end I understood this language. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's, Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks The sun is spent, and now his flasks Send forth light squibs, no constant rays " It was remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry, simultaneously.
To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed an believe) on a Friday, at twelve o'clock at night. It was nearing midnight and the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo that was slipping through his brain without leaving the slightest trace of meaning behind. I'm begun on the first stroke and finished on the last when my father rolls off my mother and is plunged into a dreamless sleep, thanks to the five pints of bitter he has drunk in the Punchbowl with his friends, Walter and Bernard Belling. The clock once belonged to my great-grandmother (a woman called Alice) and its tired chime counts me into the world. I am conceived to the chimes of midnight on the clock on the mantelpiece in the room across the hall. "As midnight was striking bronze blows upon the dusky air, Dorian Gray, dressed commonly, and with a muffler wrapped round his throat, crept quietly out of his house." Linton: you knew it a while since.' 'Myself!' she gasped, 'and the clock is striking twelve! It's true, then! that's dreadful!'įrancisco. I took her hand in mine, and bid her be composed for a succession of shudders convulsed her frame, and she would keep straining her gaze towards the glass. :We had a midnight lunch too after all the jollification and when we sallied forth it was blue o'clock the morning after the night before" that indicate it's around 0000h., the switching hour.Ĭartridges not allowed after 0000h., to encourage sleep. Marcel can hear the horns and raised voices and U-turn squeals way down below on Wash. It is midnight some one has turned out the gas the last servant has gone to bed, and he must lie all night in agony with no one to bring him any help. The ray of light beneath his door is extinguished. He is certain he heard footsteps: they come nearer, and then die away.
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