perfectly-adjusted

Updated: August 18, 2026

The household had fallen into its routine, the routine of sickness and silence, and once more the perfectly-adjusted machine was working on steadily, inexorably, like a natural law.... So at least it seemed to Justine's nerves, intolerably stretched, at times, on the rack of solitude, of suspense, of forebodings.

Edith Wharton - The Fruit of the Tree