#133: Flowerbob. His cast iron plumbob did an admirable job of showing him what was vertical, what was really on the up and up, and he appreciated it. But there were times when the huge, hulking thing struck him as a little severe. He still wanted a reliable, unfailing truth device, but he fancied it in more lyrical terms. To that end, he laboriously carved a big, wooden tulip-plumbob, which, when it swung to and fro in his studio, seemed to scatter benediction as well as the gravity news.

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