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What Turns the Gears?

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They called it the machine. It was a factory. Most of the men, coming onto four generations, were employed there, and those who weren’t were at least employed by the company. When they returned from it, they could still hear its mechanisms working through the night, reverberations of its turning wheels rumbling through the streets and homes of the nearby, company built town. The machine took no sabbath, and likewise the bosses saw no reason that men should want some day of the week off. There were no days holier than a workday.

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