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Brilliant...one step one way, another another...an interrogation of reality.

The ticket-collector bent down to pick it up and then the narrator was forced to start again from the beginning, not quite as wittily as before, and actually the tortoise was asleep..

Do you think that speed turns you into some kind of royalty, just like that, as though the power of the engine rubbed off on you? Don't you realize how relative it all is, accelerated movement through space?