It takes a girl in our factory about two days to learn to put the seventeen parts of a meat chopper together, states a writer in an American magazine. It may be that these millions of Worlds, all balanced so wonderfully in space—it may be, that they just happened. It may be, by a billion years of tumbling about they finally arranged themselves. I don’t know. I am merely, a plain manufacturer of cutlery.
But this I do know: that you can shake the seventeen parts of a meat chopper around in a Washtub for the next seventeen billion years, and you’ll never make a meat chopper!