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The camouflage days pass with blessed speed as Laurel and I savor them in all of their complexities. [...]

[...] Minnie Finn was killed by a hit-and-run speeding motorist one icy winter day on her way to the corner store to buy the young girl some shredded wheat for supper—a tragedy that Marie never stopped blaming her daughter for. [...]

[...] The blinding speed and depth of association via modern technology simply hadn’t existed.

[...] The speed of her delivery for Seth has been average, which to me means that I’d been able to just comfortably keep up with my verbatim “shorthand” notes. [...]

[...] When you drive your car you often attempt to speed through reality as quickly as you can, and you are pleased with yourself as the driver of the vehicle. [...]

The motion and the speed varies from regular constructions. [...]

[...] She doesn’t recall the month in which she wrote this—only that she did so at high speed:

(Note that Jane did not include the speed, 3 3/₄, in the above announcement.

Probabilities may be swirling everywhere, yet remain of course unperceived in any given instant, so that you might in this odd strange analogy (pause) hear a dim brief whirr, as in the whirling of winds, and think it unimportant—while what you heard instead was an entire world of probabilities speed past where you stood (intently).

[...] Her pace was now average to begin, but quickly speeded up.)

[...] The perceptual time lag, caused by the limited speed of light, is also involved in objections to naïve realism. [...]