The magnificent machine of cogs: Part 2

One day the town Mayor went to inspect the machine.
He had heard about it from Mr Johann Shmidt, the local
greengrocer who enthused rhapsodically, "Your Mayor-jesty
you must see this magnificent machine with your own own eye".
The Mayor had unfortunately lost sight in his right eye,
for when he was a bairn he fell on an axe, having
misunderstood Jesus' command to take the log out of
one's eye rather than the speck out of a neighbour's.
Upon seeing the beautiful grandeur of the machine the
Mayor burst into spontaneous applause. He was aghast,
dumbfounded by the sheer brilliance of the structure.
It was a compositional miracle. Not only was it
operationally astounding, but the craftsmanship was
breathtakingly phenomenal. This was obviously a well
cared for machine. Lovingly maintained. It shone
majestically, radiating brilliantly. It was hard to
look up at it without shielding one's eye. In a
trembling voice the Mayor spoke, "...I have never seen
anything quite so magnificent as what is before me
right now. I am lost for words... simply
flabbergasted". With shaking hands the Mayor pointed
to the largest of the cogs and continued to speak,
"That cog must be honoured. It is the greatest of all
the cogs in the machine. Remove
it immediately, it is
to be displayed in the centre of town and placed on a
gold foundation. Surround it with bulletproof glass to
protect it. There it will spin, come daylight, come
eventide, without the distraction of the other cogs.
The people can revel in its glory".

to be continued...