Time has always passed by very quickly, but in the latest time it doesn’t really pass by, it flies by. The clock is running too fast. There isn’t time to do all the planned work and sometimes there is such a feeling that there wasn’t even a day because there is no time to obtain joy from it.
It seems like just now it was only the beginning of semester and I haven’t noticed how the time has passed by. It seems unbelievable that half of school year has ended. If I would have waited for its end it would probably seem like a long time, but I didn’t even notice when I had to start waiting for that, because it seemed to be a long time away.…
- Man in American Romanticism
- William Somerset Maugham "The Moon and the Sixpence"
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