Bogart’s gin-and-tonic is wondering what would happen to time if Bogart’s wrist moved just a touch and his watch were reflected through the gin-and-tonic’s own hazy cylinder. For a gin-and-tonic time is the principal preoccupation, given that anybody’s thirst means immediate death. So to be in the Lonely Place for a gin-and-tonic, where time moves almost imperceptibly, is paradise. As it would be for us if we were so wise. ⠀