There were no windows anywhere. The golden light that wove its way across this immense hall came from countless candles
whose flames burned so steadily that they looked like daubs of brilliant paint requiring no wax at all to keep them alight.
The thousandfold whirring and ticking and humming and chiming that Momo had heard on entering came from innumerable clocks of every shape and size.
They reposed on long tables, in glass cabinets, on golden wall brackets, on endless rows of shelves.
There were dainty, bejewelled pocket watches, cheap tin alarm clocks, hourglasses, musical clocks with pirouetting dolls on top,
sundials, clocks encased in wood and marble, glass clocks and clocks driven by jets of water.
On the walls hung all manner of cuckoo clocks and other clocks with weights and pendulums,
some swinging slowly and majestically and others wagging busily to and fro.
All around the room at first-floor level ran a gallery reached by a spiral staircase.
Higher still was another gallery, and above it another, and above that yet another.
Clocks were standing or hanging wherever Momo looked - not only conventional clocks
but spherical timepieces showing what time it was anywhere in the world,
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