Today, in Seven Dials...

Flashlights. Luminous dials for watches.

You'll get little welcome in the Seven Dials.

Touch it and it dials a number at random.

But these people have disappeared from the Seven Dials.

They sat me down. There are buttons and dials everywhere.

You turn up the dials, the wheel starts to turn.

But on the web, all three dials are ratcheted right up.

You can think of them as three dials on a giant wheel.

You're not still fooling with that free dispensary of yours in Seven Dials.

Her mother says you examined her at the dispensary at the Seven Dials.

I'm going, Wow, how do you ever know what all these buttons and dials do?

You know, you're just on top of Black Ben's... the best lodging house in the Seven Dials.

But once in a while you get access to the control room, and then you can kind of mess with the dials.

There's an old cellphone in there a good use for old cellphones which dials the clinic, we go and pick up the mouse.

And I looked over her album and she had collected a picture of me, standing well, sitting in 1969, in front of a bunch of dials.

But if you get to play with all those knobs and dials and of course, really the controller over there does it all on software you can make some terrific ribs.

Why are those numbers so finely tuned to allow stars to shine and planets to form, when we recognize that if you fiddle with those numbers if I had 20 dials up here and I let you come up and fiddle with those numbers, almost any fiddling makes the universe disappear.

I saw chains of jellyfish called siphonophores that were longer than this room, pumping out so much light that I could read the dials and gauges inside the suit without a flashlight and puffs and billows of what looked like luminous blue smoke and explosions of sparks that would swirl up out of the thrusters just like when you throw a log on a campfire and the embers swirl up off the campfire, but these were icy, blue embers.