No Time for Norman
Norman Prindle was not a timely person. He did not wear a wristwatch, he had never owned a clock, and he was strongly opposed to sundials. He made no attempt to keep track of the hours of the day as they passed. Instead, he preferred to saunter through life at a more casual pace, going his own way as much as he could, without any concern for what he perceived as the petty restraints of time.
"What does time matter to one, such as myself, who has chanced to behold the truth in all its fullness?" Norman asked himself. "It is nothing more than a dreary illusion."
Norman was happy to stand alone in a frantic world of relentless timetables, a carefree man blithely apart from the masses. He never worried about being on time. In Norman's mind, he was neither fast or slow, and neither early or late, in spite of what anyone else might think. He merely went about his business, quietly and without haste.
"Other people may allow themselves to be enslaved by time, if they so choose," Norman said. "I, however, have dedicated myself to the calm pursuit of a life that is lived with no regard for clocks and their ruthless tyranny."
When Norman took his leave from the Duddington Novelty Company, after being steadily employed there as a "janitorial specialist" for forty-five years, he was given a parting gift of a gold watch in honor of his long service. Norman, owing to his firm, unsparing disdain for all timepieces, did not particularly care about the watch itself, but he could not help being happily impressed by the small figure of Mickey Mouse that adorned its face.
"What does time matter to one, such as myself, who has chanced to behold the truth in all its fullness?" Norman asked himself. "It is nothing more than a dreary illusion."
Norman was happy to stand alone in a frantic world of relentless timetables, a carefree man blithely apart from the masses. He never worried about being on time. In Norman's mind, he was neither fast or slow, and neither early or late, in spite of what anyone else might think. He merely went about his business, quietly and without haste.
"Other people may allow themselves to be enslaved by time, if they so choose," Norman said. "I, however, have dedicated myself to the calm pursuit of a life that is lived with no regard for clocks and their ruthless tyranny."
When Norman took his leave from the Duddington Novelty Company, after being steadily employed there as a "janitorial specialist" for forty-five years, he was given a parting gift of a gold watch in honor of his long service. Norman, owing to his firm, unsparing disdain for all timepieces, did not particularly care about the watch itself, but he could not help being happily impressed by the small figure of Mickey Mouse that adorned its face.