As a person who does electrical fitting on these things for a living (called missiles today), I can relate.
And we do this under a constant droning, zooming noise. If you’re up in the office you’re out of the way of it a lot of the time, but on the shop floor they pipe in commercial radio wall to wall, and there is no dodging it. Many of us have convinced ourselves we enjoy it, or at least it’s helping us get through the working day. But I suspect, like me, the silent majority feel differently and are as tired as Tippi Hendren.
If she has a connection to Daphne Du Maurier’s The Birds. The last sentence of her short story references ‘the silent wireless’; she also has ‘machines’ a couple of sentences before — it’s clear she was gunning for invasive machinery.
As a person who does electrical fitting on these things for a living (called missiles today), I can relate.
And we do this under a constant droning, zooming noise. If you’re up in the office you’re out of the way of it a lot of the time, but on the shop floor they pipe in commercial radio wall to wall, and there is no dodging it. Many of us have convinced ourselves we enjoy it, or at least it’s helping us get through the working day. But I suspect, like me, the silent majority feel differently and are as tired as Tippi Hendren.
Or as tired as Lili Von Shtupp.
If she has a connection to Daphne Du Maurier’s The Birds. The last sentence of her short story references ‘the silent wireless’; she also has ‘machines’ a couple of sentences before — it’s clear she was gunning for invasive machinery.
Only Orwell could twist avoiding a V2 into a parable!