Take Time as a midge slung high and dry, and steady as a rock over a boiling, bubbling, crashing, Niagara of a waterfall beneath. Perfectly inert and stationary is this old myth. He does not measure us. He wants us not. He never interferes with us. We want him; we measure him; we interfere with him.

Time and the Hour, Household Words, Volume 5, Number 144, December 25, 1852 (p. 357)