What he wished more than anything was freedom to take the thing apart, all that charming assemblage of still warm metal and pipes and wires.

He wanted to know what was inside of things, what made them go, and--to be sure--what had made them stop.
"Well, I could if I had a chance," he said at last.
"You got it," said Sharon.

"Spend all your born days on the old cadaver if you're so minded." Already to Sharon it was an old car.

He turned away from the ghastly sight, but stopped for a final warning: "But don't you ever tell anybody.

I ain't wanting this to get out on me." "No, sir," said Wilbur.
"Maybe we ought to----" began Sharon, but broke off his speech with a hearty cough.