The Distant Machine
October 14, 1912 The new steam loom has been installed in the east bay, and it sings. That is the only word for it. It is not a roar, nor a clank, nor the dull thud of the old treadle machines that have served this mill for thirty years. It is a rhythmic, metallic pulse, steady as a heartbeat, yet distinct in its intervals. I have spent the last four hours sitting in the corner of the office,...
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