Now we are talking at the moment about the machine.

For the moment we are the bicycle, and not the feather-brained cyclist.

So that all we can do is to define the cyclist in terms of ourself.

A bicycle could say: Here, upon my leather saddle, rests a strange and animated force, which I call the force of gravity, as being the one great force which controls my universe.

And yet, on second thoughts, I must modify myself.