When fretting about time, which often I do - whether or not I have enough time for all the tasks at hand, whether not I have enough tasks to fill the time, whether something I want or need will be found in time for a deadline or my own satisfaction - I think about Jane Austen.
In an Austen novel, every period of time - between visits, between news, between one activity and the next - is measured, not in minutes or hours, but in weeks. Weeks. From Pride & Prejudice:
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Published on January 23, 2014 07:59