“Work with me Bruce,” said Frank. Bruce shrugged and leaned further back in his chair. Was he playing hard to get or merely being difficult? Frank had always defined himself by his work. Bruce saw the work in a more artistic light. Collectively their working relationship had led to quite sizable body of work. “Work it Work it,” yell Frank. “Do that working class thing.” Bruce took a hammer to the clock works and suddenly everything stopped working. As reality ground to a stop the moving finger worked no more so Frank thought a possible rework might be in store.