A 16-foot bronze recreation of one of Salvador Dali’s most popular paintings, “The Persistence of Memory,” stands in a bustling corner of the many-storied atrium of the Time Warner Center, in Manhattan’s Columbus Circle.
It occurs to me that such a metallic timepiece is only becoming in a building whose name features the word “time.” It’s part of a free exhibition titled, “The Vision of a Genius.”
Dali’s thoughts on time could be conveyed through the musings of Lily Bart in Edith Wharton’s “The House of Mirth.”
One of the surprises of her unoccupied state was the discovery that time, when it is left to itself, and no definite demands are made it, cannot be trusted to move at any recognized pace. Usually it loiters; but just when one comes to count upon its slowness, it may suddenly break into a wild irrational gallop.
The psychological perception of time is, indeed, in our hands, and not in those of a clock’s.