"Ah ! sur Paris encor qu’un beau soleil demeure ;
Qui le croirait ! on dit qu’irrités contre l’heure,
De nouveaux Josués, au pied de chaque tour,
Tiraient sur les cadrans pour arrêter le jour."
GARAK: What a waste of a morning. That Galipotan freighter that was scheduled to be here at oh seven hundred still hasn't arrived. Oh well, that's the price of doing business with a culture that refuses to even acknowledge the concept of time. Though I must say, they make magnificent sweaters.
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Qui le croirait ! on dit qu’irrités contre l’heure,
De nouveaux Josués, au pied de chaque tour,
Tiraient sur les cadrans pour arrêter le jour."
that mechanical hands
are the rulers of everything?
I hate that I’m always having to deal with this AND an election around the 5th
It’s just holding you back
You can never ever leave..."