[_Sitting on the steps and putting up the other braid._] Do you know, Ian, that’s the one thing about them I don’t quite like. You can’t get very intimate with them, can you? They make you so humble. That’s one nice thing about a clock. A clock is sometimes wrong. IAN Don’t you want to live in a first-hand relation to truth? ELOISE Yes; yes, I do--generally. IAN I have a feeling as of having touched vast forces. To work directly with worlds--it lifts me out of that little routine of our lives which is itself a clock. ELOISE [_Catching his exultation._] Let us _be_ like this! Let us have done with clocks! IAN Eloise, how wonderful! Can the clocks and live by the sun-dial? Live by the non-automatic sun-dial--as a pledge that we ourselves refuse to be automatons! ELOISE Like Alice Knight. [_She takes clock from dial and puts it face downward on the ground._] I shall never again have anything to do with a clock! IAN Eloise! How corking of you! I didn’t think you had it in you. [_Raising his right hand._] Do you solemnly swear to live by the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth? ELOISE [_Her hand upon the sun-dial._] I swear. IAN Bring them! ELOISE Bring--? IAN The clocks! Bring them! [_Seizes the spade over by the house; begins to dig a grave behind the sun-dial._] Bring every one! We will bury the clocks before the sun-dial--an offering, a living sacrifice. I tell you this is _great_, Eloise. What is a clock? Something agreed upon and arbitrarily imposed upon us. Standard time. Not true time. Symbolizing the whole standardization of our lives. Clocks! Why, it is clockiness that makes America mechanical and mean! Clock-minded! A clock is a little machine that shuts us out from the wonder of time. [_A large gesture with the shovel._] Who thinks of spinning worlds when looking at a clock? How _dare_ clocks do this to us? But the sun-dial--because there was creation, because there are worlds outside our world, because space is rhythm and time is flow that shadow falls precisely there and not elsewhere! Bring them, Eloise! I am digging the graves of the clocks! [_ELOISE swept up by this ecstasy, yet frightened at what it is bringing her to, hesitates, then runs to house. IAN digs with rhythmic vigor. A moment later ELOISE is seen peering down at him from window, in her arms a cuckoo clock. It begins to cuckoo, startling ELOISE._ IAN That damned cuckoo! [_A moment later ELOISE comes out, bearing cuckoo clock and an old-fashioned clock. IAN’S back is to her; she has to pass the alarm clock, lying where she left it, prone on the ground. She hesitates, then carefully holding the other two clocks in one arm, she stealthily goes rear and puts the alarm clock behind the sunflowers. Then advances with the other two._ IAN [_While digging._] Into these graves go all that is clock-like in our own minds. All that a clock world has made of us lies buried here!