Life has not been entirely kind to Bertha, the largest tunnel boring machine in all of North America. About two years ago, the machine, which measures 57 feet tall and 325 feet long, started excavating a two-mile tunnel under downtown Seattle. Seven months later, it ground to a halt, stuck. It... Source
Carry Amelia Moore Gloyd Nation imagined that she was " a bulldog running along at the feet of Jesus, barking at what He doesn't like" and expressed her dislike of liquor physically.
I ran behind the bar she wrote, smashed the mirror and all the bottles under it; picked up the cash register, threw it down; then broke the faucets of the refrigerator, opened the door and cut the rubber tubes that conducted the beer. Of course it began to fly all over the house. I threw over the slot machine, breaking it up and I got from it a sharp piece of iron with which I opened the bungs of the beer kegs, and opened the faucets of the barrels, and then the beer flew in every direction and I was completely saturated. A policeman came in and very good-naturedly arrested me. (page 24)
A bulldog running at the feet of Jesus wielding a hatchet.
They called it the lung machine. I was, at that moment, thinking about Moby Dick resting peacefully under a whaler. The vessel, a little bigger than the creature's blowhole. "He's not breathing. We've put him on the ventilator." "For how long?" "We can't say." Two days I had spent in a pale blue waiting room that smelled of syringes, ointment and feet. The doctor's white coat had a stain near the name tag. I stared at it as she explained that his heart was too weak to pump blood. "You dropped something on your coat." "What...?" "I think its ketchup."