There are four vibrators, the world’s exactest clocks;
and these quartz time-pieces that tell
time intervals to other clocks,
these worksless clocks work well:
and all four, independently the
same are there, in the cool Bell
Laboratory time
vault. Checked by a comparator with Arlington,
they punctualize the “radio,
cinema, and press,”—a group the
Giraudoux truth-bureau
of hoped-for accuracy has termed
”instruments of truth.” We know—
as Jean Giraudoux says
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