Testimony of the Steel Door
I am the door. I have been the door for ninety-seven years, since the day in 1924 when a woman named Eleanor Shaw supervised my installation in a laboratory in Queens. Before that I was pig iron, smelted in a foundry in Pittsburgh by men who did not know what I would become. Iron does not know the future. Iron receives heat and pressure and becomes whatever shape the world demands. I became a...
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