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...ime change’ we feel when one evening the boy was sitting in the back drawing room and thinking about his love. ‘Through one of the broken panes I heard the rain impinge upon the earth, the fine incessant needles of water playing in the sodden beds.’ The rain was incessant and it wasn’t going to finish. The time was like the rain. It was infinite. The time froze to give the boy a chance to think about his love as much as he like. He didn’t know if it was a time to have a dinner or to go to bed. He wasn’t interested in all this. His thoughts were all about the most wonderful thing in the world. After that the time turned out to be in its normal channel till the Saturday’s evening has come, the evening when he was going to the bazaar to by smth for his love. His uncle wasn’t at home as they agreed so the long waiting time started for a boy. ‘I sat starring at the clock for some time and. When its ticking began to irritate me, I left the room.’ The time moved slowly, it practically didn’t move it almost crept. It forced to wait for the treasured moment for such a long period of time. And, of course, it seemed to be much longer than it really was. When his uncle came the time changed and began to move faster because the boy started to realize that he was late. At last he reached his goal. ‘I passed out on to the road and saw by the lighted dial of a clock that it was ten minutes to ten.’ It was the first time when Joyce used the certain time. The boy had only ten minutes to get the prize he came for. ‘…Two men were counting money on a salver. I listened to the fall of the c...