The shortest unit of time in the multiverse is the New York Second, defined as the period of time between the traffic lights turning green and the cab behind you honking.
Interpretation
A humorous take on the concept of time, highlighting the impatience of New York drivers.
Terry Pratchett's quote playfully defines a 'New York Second' to illustrate how time can feel different depending on context. In this case, it captures the essence of urban impatience and the fast-paced nature of life in New York City, where mere seconds can feel like an eternity when you're being honked at for not moving right away.
In practice
Use this quote in a comedic speech about city life.
And then Jack chopped down what was the world's last beanstalk, adding murder and ecological terrorism to the theft, enticement, and trespass charges already mentioned, and all the giant's children didn't have a daddy anymore. But he got away with it and lived happily ever after, without so much as a guilty twinge about what he had done...which proves that you can be excused for just about anything if you are a hero, because no one asks inconvenient questions.
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You must never imagine, that just because something is funny, it is not also dangerous.
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