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Hesitantly, 

reluctantly, 

Helen slipped out of her slim, tight-waisted waspy

and stood naked in the moonlight before me. 

Somewhere a clock chimed three.

An owl hooted in the nearby copse.

No wind stirred the casement window,

she stood in the pale translucent light on the Persian carpet.

A minute passed.

Then another.

Then, another minute.

Then... 

... another minute passed. 

Then another minute passed. 

And another. 

A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute,

when suddenly...

... a different minute passed, 

followed by another different minute. 

And another. 

And yet another further different minute. 

A minute passed. 

I glanced at my watch. 

T'was a minute past. 

This was it! 

A minute passed. 

After a moment, another minute passed. 

I waited a minute while a minute passed quickly past.

And then, a minute which seemed to last an hour but was only a minute... 

... passed.

That was A Minute Passed, by John Finlayson. 

You can hear episode nine of A Minute Passed tomorrow night at a minute past.

From Monty Python's Previous Record. Reprinted without permission. Buy the disk here.