Thus the clock on my mobile phone a few seconds ago. In a jiffy, my mind got flooded with all sorts of feelings. To begin with, the delight at the magical number minus the colon. Next, the sadness that I have not even glanced at my favorite book for more than a year now. A split second later, the guilt on account of my neglect. Then the solemn promise that I will return to it as soon as possible. Last but crucial, the delight at the arrival of the winter, when I love to dedicate myself to as many miraculous nights as I can. And all this because it happened to be exactly ten o’clock and one minute in the morning. Less than a minute before or later, and I would pay no attention whatsoever to the silly clock.