With an evermore increase of industrialisation machine stops being merely a tool, develops a life of its own and imposes its rhythm onto human. Operating it he moves mechanically, becomes part of the machine.

When you took a man's job away from him, his ability to feed and clothe his family, that man was going to get angry.

I'm goin past factories. Boxes of metal with people inside. Souls bein ripped apart.

In proportion as the machine is improved and performs man's work with an ever increasing rapidity and exactness, the labourer, instead of prolonging his former rest times, redoubles his ardour, as if he wished to rival the machine. O, absurd and murderous competition!