Perchance to Dream

This is a short story book. If you wish to escape, if you would go to faraway places, then go to sleep and dream. For sometimes that is the only way. . . . All along the line of machines, the men's hands and arms worked like the legs of spiders spinning a web. They wound wire and hammered bolts, tied knots and welded pieces of steel and fitted gears. They did not look at each other or sing or whistle or talk or laugh.