I could multiply instances without end.
At first one goes nearly mad with vexation at these things; but one
finds so soon that they are the rule, that then it becomes
necessary to feign a rage one does not feel. I look upon it as the
natural order of things, that if I order a thing, it will not be
done - if by accident it gets done, it will certainly be done
wrong: the only remedy being to watch the performance at every
stage.
'To-day was a grand field-day. I had steam up and tried the engine
against pressure or resistance. One part of the machinery is
driven by a belt or strap of leather. I always had my doubts this
might slip; and so it did, wildly. I had made provision for
doubling it, putting on two belts instead of one. No use - off
they went, slipping round and off the pulleys instead of driving
the machinery. Tighten them - no use. More strength there - down
with the lever - smash something, tear the belts, but get them
tight - now then, stand clear, on with the steam; - and the belts
slip away as if nothing held them. Men begin to look queer; the
circle of quidnuncs make sage remarks.
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