Perhaps it's like the wind - no, wait! Perhaps it's a kind of music you just don't hear because it's always there.″
She paused, then added, ″Though I have heard it sometimes, I think - very faintly.″
The professor nodded. ″I know, that's why I was able to summon you here.″
″But there must be more to it than that,″ said Momo, still pursuing her train of thought.
″The music comes from far off, but I seem to hear it deep inside me. Perhaps time works that way too.″
She broke off, bewildered. ″I mean,″ she said, ″like the wind making waves in the sea.″ She shrugged and shook her head.
″I expect I'm talking nonsense.″ ″Not at all,″ said the professor.
″I think you put it very prettily indeed. That's why I'm going to let you into a secret.
If you want to know, all the time in the world comes from here - from Nowhere House, Never Lane.″
Momo gazed at him in awe. ″I see,″ she said softly. ″You mean you make it yourself?″
The professor smiled again. ″No, my child, I'm merely its custodian.
All human beings have their allotted span of time. My task is to see that it reaches them.″
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