- Here, the silica is melted with the bases; there, the crushed and mixed components are calcined to expel the water then melted in the crucible. Loaded to the jaws, giving off glows and visible heat, the hearths devour shovelfuls of coal, constantly renewed by panting, almost naked men. Leaning over these braziers, blinded, deaf, with blurred eyes under burnt eyelashes, the glass-maker blows air into a mass of molten glass which swells, tapers, thins, is brought to the desired shape by rotational movements in the molds. His cheeks, distended with effort, fill disproportionately with air and empty with a thousand little folds like two deflating balloons. It seems that he too is part of the complicated tools, that he is an instrument among these instruments, something like a pump, without consciousness, without will, turning, blowing with all the gears in this fiery hell which makes one look up to seek the pure air, the free and healthy air of the great sky; but we see hovering up there a thick and dark cloud where all the small facets of the fluttering coal shimmer.—Fondation Jérôme Seydoux-Pathé
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