'Jesus,' Luke said. They'd given up on the famous victory long ago and now they gave a toss for nothing but the regiment. To everybody it was a cluster fuck where nobody wins.

He also marvels at a hoard of holy relics, begrieving the lack of care shown by their new keepers. Near Namur on the Meuse he describes a hermits' lodge carved in stone with the internal movable contrivance representing the Passion.

Nevertheless, few outstanding Stakhanovites remained at the bench for very long. Even if they stayed on the enterprise payroll, they ceased to be workers, becoming instead living icons.

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