clockmaker

Mr Kundera opens up the novels of his choice like a clockmaker eager to demonstrate the inner workings of his favourite mechanisms.

"She belongs with her mother, " the clockmaker said.

Her footsteps faded, and the clockmaker lifted a corner of the blanket and his head cleared instantly.

The clockmaker figured Moth's experiment with her possum was also likely to end soon.

Einstein's. God was no clockmaker, but the embodiment of reason in nature.

The exterior of the clockmaker's home was trim and tended and perfectly inconspicuous in its working-class neighborhood.

"Hm, " said the clockmaker.

"I doubt it, " said the clockmaker.

"So then I suppose you'll have to figure out how to care for it, " the clockmaker said.

The clockmaker returned to his room and carefully moved his work aside.

The clockmaker would not even have considered it, but he liked the man's face.

The clockmaker left the two together until late at night, when the form had set and it was time to go.

The clockmaker stepped forward to place his bundle in bed next to her.

The clockmaker stood in front of a boarded-up body shop, and the gritty sidewalk was deserted.

The clockmaker hadn't brought her anyone to help for ages.

In retrospect, it was partly the clockmaker's own fault.

"Hey! " the clockmaker shouted down the street.

The clockmaker tucked the false child under his long coat to warm himself.

the clockmaker asked, testing how deeply the hook was set.

Clark, the clockmaker, cooked the lark's clock.

"What do you have there? " the clockmaker asked.