Now the sun touched the horizon and the man reined in his horse tiredly, glad that the time for prayer had come. - James Clavell

time has no single measure, that time can be like frost or lightning or a tear or siege or storm or sunset, or even like a rock.

People are “the company” and those in charge can and always will hide behind that facade, that “the company must survive,” or “for the good of the company,” and so on, wrecking or promoting for personal reasons, enmities or hatreds.

did. But he was glad her head was deep in his shoulder greatcoat. Again he craned around and caught sight of it, slightly aft and lying flat in the water, now seeming to