Nothing makes you doubt the concept of time like sitting on a train that little by little slows down more and more until after a few eternities it (always, without fail) comes to a complete standstill in a field in the middle of nowhere. After a few more eternities the conductor's disembodied voice will announce that due to some obscure technical difficulties ("Aufgrund von Verzögerungen im Betriebsablauf...") your train will be delayed by ooh-really-not-very-many-minutes-at-all.
And then you wait.
In fact, you had been waiting before, because you are going to be late for your seminar and you know this line (both the route and the excuse one) far too well to be fooled by it. So, as the seconds slowly ooze away, your nerves hang by a thread and you feel like screaming and/or strangling someone. Since that is still considered somewhat socially controversial, even on German trains, you impatiently start fumbling with your mp3-player...
Oh, but, hark! I was saved (this time around)! It was all I could do to stop myself from loudly singing along: "Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day..."
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"Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught, or half a page of scribbled lines.
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say..."
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