west-horse

November 12, 2024

At the top of a hill our automobile stuck in a snowdrift. Peasants ran out of a cottage near by, shouting with laughter because machinery had made a fool of itself, and dug out the automobile with incredible rapidity. They were doubtless anxious to get back and tell a horse about it.

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Thought:

“You get to the point where you stare at the rivets and to make the job mean something you start counting them like counting sheep. When you do that, you’d better watch out.”

Willie Saunders

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