Publisher's Synopsis
There are men who are capable of loving a machine more deeply than they can lovea woman. They are among the happiest men on earth. This is not a sneer meanlyshot from cover at women. It is simply a statement of notorious fact. Men whoworry themselves to distraction over the perfecting of a machine are indubitablyblessed beyond their kind. Most of us have known such men. Yesterday they wereconstructing motorcars. But to-day aeroplanes are in the air-or, at any rate, theyought to be, according to the inventors. Watch the inventors. Invention is notusually their principal business. They must invent in their spare time. They mustinvent before breakfast, invent in the Strand between Lyons's and the office, inventafter dinner, invent on Sundays. See with what ardour they rush home of a night!See how they seize a half-holiday, like hungry dogs a bone! They don't want golf, bridge, limericks, novels, illustrated magazines, clubs, whisky, starting-prices, hintsabout neckties, political meetings, yarns, comic songs, anturic salts, nor the smilesthat are situate between a gay corsage and a picture hat
