Ever reliable, even at great personal cost! Leila Allison has offered up another suggested Rerun which apparently focuses her attention on that which she would rather ignore, and this is what she said:
The gigantic corporation I work for sucks the joy of life directly from the employees’ marrow. They really do not need to do that, but, I guess, since they cannot legally beat us they’ve got to do something with all that pent-up passive-aggressive rage. I can’t write the company’s name aloud; they have big-eared goons (aka, the “billygates”) everywhere. The billygates know when I’m not thinking good thoughts.
Mr. Thurber’s Manufacturing of Sorrow reminds me of my lot in life. I find it a modern day fable (not far removed from those writ by another Thurber, long ago); it is clearly told yet at the same time slippery to describe. You could claim that it is a metaphor, or an allegory, but I like fable best. But even here it doesn’t come with a snappy moral, for that is scattered throughout the piece. It brings forth female weavers, blind delivery men and what is equal to the weight of a thousand broken birds.
The only downside is the plain fact that The Manufacturing of Sorrow is the only story with Thurber’s name on it in the LS jungle. Sigh. Maybe the billygates got him.