When did they start going past like telegraph poles from a moving train? I took Amtrak west from Chicago decades ago and once the train gets out on the wide, flat prairie, they open the throttle to whatever the track will bear; back then, there were places where it was upwards of 80 mph, deceptively smooth on modern welded rails. Looking out the window, distant towns and grain elevators (but I repeat myself) glide by in a slow panorama -- but up close, darned close if you're used to clearances for automobiles, the poles whiz by like artillery shells, or better, a WW II Russian multi-rocket launcher: Fwoom! Fwoom! Fwoom!
And so it is with weeks. Blink and it's Friday. Blink and you've spent five days swimming in mud. Just as you begin to get a glimmer of how precious time truly is, it runs through your fingers like fine sand.
I'm pretty sure the emergency brake doesn't work the way we might wish.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
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