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Updated: May 29, 2025
The Steam Beast gave a triumphant scream heard above the roar of shuttle and steel. It was a loud, defiant, victorious roar which drowned all others. Then it purred and paused for breath purred softer and softer and slept at last. It was noon. The silence now was almost as painful to Shiloh as the noise had been.
If I had met her twenty years ago! Twenty years ago! H'm! 'Clack! goes the weaver's shuttle! Twenty years ago it was her mother, and Sim MacTaggart without a hair on his face trying to kiss the good lady of Doom, and her, perhaps na' half unwilling. I'm glad I'm glad."
He had stood up and begun to walk to and fro, and had become in my waking dream a shuttle weaving an immense purple web whose folds had begun to fill the room. The room seemed to have become inexplicably silent, as though all but the web and the weaving were at an end in the world.
He'd looked forward to the trip to the airport as a way of judging public reaction. But apparently the Lobby had no desire to test that. The guards led him up to the roof of the jail, where a rocket was waiting. The landing space was too small for one of the station shuttles, but a little Northport-Southport shuttle was parked there after what must have been a difficult set-down.
So, yes, this nation remains fully committed to America's space program. We're going forward with our shuttle flights. We're going forward to build our space station.
But what eye saw them at that eclipsing moment, which reduces confusion to a kind of unity, and when the senses are upturned from their proprieties, when sight and hearing are a feeling only? A thousand years have passed, and we are at leisure to contemplate the weaver fixed standing at his shuttle, the baker at his oven, and to turn over with antiquarian coolness the pots and pans of Pompeii.
Grandchildren say, "Why, it was only yesterday we did that, but so much has happened since that it seems such a great while!" One summer day can stretch out like a lifetime at life's beginning. It is only at threescore and ten that we liken it to a weaver's shuttle. It was in July when old John Dearborn drove to the station to meet the children.
As the shuttle had run away the girl sat down to sew. She took her needle and sang: 'Needle, needle, stitch away, Make my chamber bright and gay, and the needle promptly slipped from her fingers and flew about the room like lightning.
What to them were all these forty voyages by sea and land, these journeyings back and forth from Friesland to Tunis, from Madrid to Vienna. What was it to them that the imperial shuttle was thus industriously flying to and fro?
And when he saw that he obtained not the ear-rings even though he had adored the serpents, he then looked about him and beheld two women at a loom weaving a piece of cloth with a fine shuttle; and in the loom were black and white threads. And he likewise saw a wheel, with twelve spokes, turned by six boys. And he also saw a man with a handsome horse.
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