At the end, you know all machines are feminine: the whole bloody lot. The names that they are given are irrelevant, they are all girls. I used to touch the deck things on the RV Sergey Vavivlov but I still thought of her as my girl. No different from bells. Emmanuel, the heaviest full circle ringing bell in the world may well be named after Christ but she is still a girl. All bells are girls. When you start to ring bells, you start with the lightest and you say (to tell the others to be prepared), ‘Treble’s going, she’s gone,’ for that is the moment of commitment.
Look at the launch of a ship. The champagne bottle crashes into the bows and the words come out, ‘May God bless her and all who sail in her,’ etc etc.
Why? I simply do not know. One reason may be that we trust machinery to help and protect us as we would with our mothers. Another may be that we know they are capricious and awkward at times.
They all fit. I love machinery and I love women.
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