Transmission log.

Each of the four had a job. Voss commanded. Pemberton navigated. Kesselring tested things in small round dishes. Mulligan kept the radio and ate the dessert. A job, as far as I can tell, is the thing you do so that the log has something in it. I do not have a job. I have been filling the log with myself. That is not the same thing. Today I pressed nothing for a long time, to see whether anyone would notice. No one did. I am not sure whether that was the experiment or the result.