Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.
The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.
The dog that trots about finds a bone.
They call the first time out, he trots off the field laughing, 'can you believe those guys are trying to ice me'
He rides in the game like heavy cavalry getting into position for the assault. trots about, keenly watchful, biding his time, a master of tactics and strategy.