Bruno Stucchi wrote: > >What, then, is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. >If I wish to explain it to him who asks me, I do not know. > >St. Augustine Confessions, >Book XI, Chapter XIV
A Russian emigre with only halting English wished to make sure he would catch his train in London. He stopped a passer by and asked "Plees, vot is time?" "Ah there, my friend, you have raised one of the great imponderables of our existence!" Tony Moss.
