The Distant Machine

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October 14, 1893 My dear Arthur, I write this by the light of a tallow candle in the freezing draft of the Blackwater siding, where the wind howls through the gaps in the signal box like a dying animal. I am forty-two years old, and I have never felt so thoroughly alone, nor so dangerously close to the precipice of ruin. You know that the Board meets in London on the first of November to decide...

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