A girl doesn't always want to go out, you know, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. Sometimes she feels like being nasty--like, if the guy's gonna wait, let him really wait.
A girl doesn't always want to go out, you know, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. Sometimes she feels like being nasty--like, if the guy's gonna wait, let him really wait.
A regular wind-up toy world this is, I think. Once a day the wind-up bird has to come and wind the springs of this world. Alone in this fun house, only I grow old, a pale softball of death swelling inside me. Yet even as I sleep somewhere between Saturn and Uranus, wind-up birds everywhere are busy at work fulfilling their appointed rounds.
It was a narrow world, a world that was standing still. But the narrower it became, the more it betook of stillness, the more this world that enveloped me seemed to overflow with things and people that could only be called strange. They had been there all the while, it seemed, waiting in the shadows for me to stop moving. And every time the wind-up bird came to my yard to wind its spring, the world descendedmore deeply into chaos.
The little things are important, Mr. Wind-Up Bird,
My life is a pitiful, mechanical thing without a past, like a little wind-up car, ready to run in any direction someone points me.
No one can be completely relaxed. Like a wind-up clock, a person can't tick without some tension.
She would come in real early in the morning and sleep in a booth with a wind-up alarm clock so she could get up in time to start making them breakfast.
We have been asked directly about this, ... Remember that the military used wind-up radios for years.
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