Time waits for no man. Or so they say. Presumably, it
waits for no woman either. And anyway, how do they know? Have they interrogated
time? Have they asked it to keep a diary of its movements? Have they followed
it around with a stopwatch to see what it does each day? We think we know a lot
about time, but actually, we know very little. Sometimes it seems as if time
may have just been waiting after all.