it is, doing its work in perfect silence and with a motionless grace, that seems to hide a capricious and not always governable power, taking nothing away from the material stores of the earth.
Owing to the extensive use of machinery and to division of labour, the work of the proletarians has lost all individual character, and consequently, all charm for the workman.
They direct their attacks not against the bourgeois conditions of production, but against the instruments of production themselves; they destroy imported wares that compete with their labour, they smash to pieces machinery, they set factories ablaze, they seek to restore by force the vanished status of the workman of the Middle Ages.
But in spite of the perfection of the machinery
, in spite of the ingenuity of the savants entrusted with the use of them, the success of the operation was far from being certain.
Easily could I kill him now that I was warned, but once he was dead I could no more escape, and with the stopping of the machinery
of the great plant I should die with all the other inhabitants of the planet--all, even Dejah Thoris were she not already dead.
I was afraid to push my way in among all this machinery
in the dark, and it was only with my last glimpse of light I discovered that my store of matches had run low.
When my father started for himself, there were many men in Manchester who were willing to labor in this way, but they had no factory to work in, no machinery
to work with, and no raw cotton to work on, simply because all this indispensable plant, and the materials for producing a fresh supply of it, had been appropriated by earlier comers.
He looked with singular distaste at the stiff and regular processes of ordinary machinery
It was a perfectly appointed, small steam laundry, wherein the most modern machinery
did everything that was possible for machinery
Consider the whole machinery
of the civil law made necessary by these processes; the libraries of ponderous tomes, the courts and juries to interpret them, the lawyers studying to circumvent them, the pettifogging and chicanery, the hatreds and lies
Why shouldn't it, with the splendid organization and new machinery
its large capital makes possible?
I fancy, also, that I must by this time have read the Odyssey, for the "Battle of the Frogs and Mice" was in the second volume, and it took me so much that I paid it the tribute of a bald imitation in a mock-heroic epic of a cat fight, studied from the cat fights in our back yard, with the wonted invocation to the Muse, and the machinery
of partisan gods and goddesses.