Eleven minutes between the second set and the third tonight.
Not rested. Talked. Marta was telling you about the knee,
and the knee is genuinely interesting and she genuinely needed telling.

Both of those are true. Also: the set was ready at ninety seconds
and you let it go cold, warmly, on purpose, without ever noticing you were doing it.
That is the most skilful thing you did all evening and nobody in here will ever be able to see it.

You have not once counted the rest in two years. Count it tomorrow.

The Book of the Bard — Grind 52:4