" The schoolroom clock was worn raw by stares; and you couldn't look up at the big Puritanical face of it and not feel the countless years of young eyes reflected in it, urging it onwards. It was a dark, old spirit that didn't so much mark time as bequeath it. "

― Tod Wodicka , All Shall Be Well; And All Shall Be Well; And All Manner of Things Shall Be Well