'Of course I don't have to do this,' one middle-aged man said, carefully cleaning the table with a damp cloth. He put the cloth in a little pouch, sat down beside him. 'But look; this table's clean.'
'Usually,' the man said. 'I work on alien - no offence - alien religions; Directional Emphasis In Religious Observance; that's my speciality... like when temples or graves or prayers always have to face in a certain direction; that sort of thing? Well, I catalogue, evaluate, compare; I come up with theories and argue with colleagues, here and elsewhere. But... the job's never finished; always new examples, and even the old ones get reevaluated, and new people come along with new ideas about what you thought was settled... but,' he slapped the table, 'when you clean a table you clean a table. You feel you've done something. It's an achievement.'
The Use of Weapons, Iain M. Banks
- There's a trail of droplets. You pass your finger on them
- The wax gets wet and turns a dull black. Keep passing your finger in a circular motion around the area
- The wax feels thicker to your finger. Keep at it, slowly passing your finger in a circular motion around the area.
- A shine starts. Keep at it!