The inventor looked at his creation and felt the brutal cocktail that was pride and horror build inside his chest. He had created something wonderful, an invention which would change the landscape of the world, but it was horrifying all the same.
Black smoke belched from bright brass tubes, a terrible roaring burst from its engine and scythed blades spun in a fatal arc. His eyes began to water as fine grey soot stung in them. There was more to it than that. There were tears of joy as well.
“It’s beautiful.” He whispered.
The mowing machine cut a dreadful path through the long grass, hacking down shoots and weeds. When its awful progress was complete, an emerald lawn stretched before him. Then the inventor wept in earnest.
The invention of the lawnmower, a pivotal moment in global history.