Every one of the carpenter’s works was made from a single piece of wood. This was easy enough to achieve for a stool or coffee table; harder by far for climbing frames and maisonettes. You really had to know the wood. You had to think in tree.
A rich man bought the carpenter’s clocks. They had made a deal a long time ago, when the carpenter had just discovered how to make the conjoined cogs spin independently. The rich man believed two things counted above all else: pennies and seconds.
The carpenter knew he was wrong, but cash was cash.