When I was a wee lad, my grandfather’s grandfathers’ clock seemed very tall indeed. But now I can stare it in his face..and he doesn’t seem so big at all. Still maybe, a Marie Antoinette’s hair-height difference; and that’s the rub! But it’s all in the cabinetry, you see, the clock’s face and me, we’re equals. Time waits for no man, but at least, now, we’re eyeball to eyeball, so to speak. And that’s socially just enough; and it’s all I ax for! Can you spare a dime?