"WHEN I WAS ALIVE, I BELIEVED - AS YOU DO - THAT TIME WAS AT LEAST AS REAL AND SOLID AS MYSELF , AND PROBABLY MORE SO.  I SAID 'ONE O'CLOCK' AS THOUGH I COULD SEE IT, AND 'MONDAY' AS THOUGH I COULD FIND IT ON THE MAP; AND I LET MYSELF BE HURRIED ALONG FROM MINUTE TO MINUTE, DAY TO DAY, YEAR TO YEAR, AS THOUGH I WERE ACTUALLY MOVING FROM ONE PLACE TO ANOTHER.  LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, I LIVED IN A HOUSE BRICKED UP WITH SECONDS AND MINUTES, WEEKENDS AND NEW YEAR'S DAYS, AND I NEVER WENT OUTSIDE UNTIL I DIED, BECAUSE THERE WAS NO OTHER DOOR.  NOW I KNOW THAT I COULD HAVE WALKED THROUGH THE WALLS."

- THE SKULL, FROM PETER S. BEAGLE'S 'THE LAST UNICORN', 1968

HERE'S TO ANOTHER MONDAY.