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He
shut
the
book
.
"
What
have
I
done
,
you
got
to
stop
and
think
an
hour
before
you
can
tell
me
.
All
I
ask
is
a
simple
yes
or
no
!
You
’
re
not
contented
,
delighted
,
joyful
?
"
"
Cows
are
contented
,
babies
and
old
people
in
second
childhood
are
delighted
,
God
help
them
,
"
she
said
.
"
As
for
‘
joyful
,
’
Lee
?
Look
how
I
laugh
scrubbing
out
the
sink
.
.
.
"
He
peered
closely
at
her
and
his
face
relaxed
.
"
Lena
,
it
’
s
true
.
A
man
doesn
’
t
appreciate
.
Next
month
,
maybe
,
we
’
ll
get
away
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
complaining
!
"
she
cried
.
"
I
’
m
not
the
one
comes
in
with
a
list
saying
,
’
stick
out
your
tongue
.
Lee
,
do
you
ask
what
makes
your
heart
beat
all
night
?
No
!
Next
will
you
ask
,
What
’
s
marriage
?
Who
knows
,
Lee
?
Don
’
t
ask
.
A
man
who
thinks
like
that
,
how
it
runs
,
how
things
work
,
falls
off
the
trapeze
in
the
circus
,
chokes
wondering
how
the
muscles
work
in
the
throat
.
Eat
,
sleep
,
breathe
,
Lee
,
and
stop
staring
at
me
like
I
’
m
something
new
in
the
house
!
"
The
fearful
clangor
,
the
collision
of
man
and
inspiration
,
the
flinging
about
of
metal
,
lumber
,
hammer
,
nails
,
T
square
,
screwdriver
,
continued
for
many
days
.
On
occasion
,
defeated
,
Leo
Auffmann
loitered
out
through
the
streets
,
nervous
,
apprehensive
,
jerking
his
head
at
the
slightest
sound
of
distant
laughter
,
listened
to
children
’
s
jokes
,
watching
what
made
them
smile
.
At
night
he
sat
on
neighbors
’
crowded
porches
,
listening
to
the
old
folks
weigh
and
balance
life
,
and
at
each
explosion
of
merriment
Leo
Auffmann
quickened
like
a
general
who
has
seen
the
forces
of
darkness
routed
and
whose
strategy
has
been
reaffirmed
.
On
his
way
home
he
felt
triumphant
until
he
was
in
his
garage
with
the
dead
tools
and
the
inanimate
lumber
.
Then
his
bright
face
fell
away
in
a
pale
funk
,
and
to
cover
his
sense
of
failure
he
banged
and
crashed
the
parts
of
his
machine
about
as
if
they
really
did
make
sense
.
At
last
it
began
to
shape
itself
and
at
the
end
of
the
ten
days
and
nights
,
trembling
with
fatigue
,
self
-
dedicated
,
half
starved
,
fumbling
and
looking
as
if
he
had
been
riven
by
lightning
Leo
Auffmann
wandered
into
his
house
.
The
children
,
who
had
been
screaming
horribly
at
each
other
,
fell
silent
,
as
if
the
Red
Death
had
entered
at
the
chiming
of
the
clock
.
"
The
Happiness
Machine
,
"
husked
Leo
Auffmann
,
"
is
ready
.
"
"
Lee
Auffmann
,
"
said
his
wife
,
"
has
lost
fifteen
pounds
.
He
hasn
’
t
talked
to
his
children
in
two
weeks
,
they
are
nervous
,
they
fight
,
listen
!
His
wife
is
nervous
,
she
’
s
gained
ten
pounds
,
she
’
ll
need
new
clothes
,
look
!
Sure
—
the
machine
is
ready
.
But
happy
?
Who
can
say
?
Lee
,
leave
off
with
the
clock
you
’
re
building
.
You
’
ll
never
find
a
cuckoo
big
enough
to
go
in
it
!
Man
was
not
made
to
tamper
with
such
things
.
It
’
s
not
against
God
,
no
,
but
it
sure
looks
like
it
’
s
against
Leo
Auffmann
.
Another
week
of
this
and
we
’
ll
bury
him
in
his
machine
!
"
