Now what does the clock show? Only three! Still two hours of it! Two hours that are like a hill you have to climb over with a ton on your back. Don’t let the hours be piled into a hill—let them be a straight slope you can go running down fast. The machines are making the noise of a train, of an express train, streaming down the long, straight rails. You be a passenger—you be a girl riding on a fast train.

Of course there’s no scat for you on the train, but you can walk up and down. As much as you like you can walk up and down. Certainly when you’re on a train you don’t have to be tying together the broken threads, and you don’t have to watch the spindles and the bobbins with their whizz, whizz, whizzing rhythm. Don’t you think about the spindles. You think of what’s outside the train window—the trees and the green grass and the smoke coming up out of the chimneys.