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A story is told of a watch which became dissatisfied with its little sphere in a lady’s pocket. It coveted Big Ben, the great tower clock in London. One day, as it passed over Westminster Bridge with its mistress, the little watch was heard to say, “I wish I could be up there. I could then serve the multitude.” “You shall have your opportunity, little watch,” said a voice. Magically the watch was drawn up to the tower by a slender thread. When it reached the top, its mistress said to it, “Where are you, little watch? I cannot see you.” Neither could anybody else. Its elevation became its annihilation.

 

 

 

 

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