Engineers in LiteratureSince I is an engineer (properly prounced with a hard ``g''), I thought I'd feature Engineers in Literature.
This feature was inspired by the entry in Jesse's Word of the Day for "hoist on one's own petard".
The scene thus far: Hamlet has just rebuked Quene Gertrude for her incestuous relations with the King.
Be thou assured, if words be made of breath,
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.
I must to England; you know that?
I had forgot: 'tis so concluded on.
There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows,
Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,
And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
Hoist with his own petard: and 't shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines,
And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet,
When in one line two crafts directly meet.
This man shall set me packing:
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.
Mother, good night. Indeed this counsellor
Is now most still, most secret and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good night, mother.
Exeunt severally; HAMLET dragging in POLONIUSWhat engineers suffered such a fate? The unlucky Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, as revealed later. Or consider another fine point of view.