“There, that five minutes is gone—wasted, passed into the vast vacuum of eternity! With my friend Shakespeare of Stratford-on-Avon I can tell you all about time! ‘Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I’ll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal!’ Oh, I know Father Time and all his tricks. I have counted the Sands of Time. I supply him with his Hour Glass. Don’t you apprehend me?”
They certainly did not. Mr Swinglebinks was more mystifying than all the other persons they had encountered put together. So they made no reply.
“I am collecting Time. Time, so my copy books told me, was meant for Slaves. I always felt sorry for the Slaves. They have no Time, you know, because it is meant for them. Lots of things are meant for you, only you won’t get them. Britons never will be Slaves, so they’ll never want for Time. However, as Time was meant for Slaves, I mean to let them have as much as I can. So every spare minute or two I can get, I of course send them over to them.”
