This is perhaps the most chaotically cluttered room you have ever

seen. It is filled with tables, all covered in strange devices or

bubbling beakers, or piles of precariously-balanced books that

threaten to teeter over at any moment. In a far corner is a massive

glass vat, from which a tube runs to a metal cylinder as big as a man.

The shaft from the waterwheel outside runs into this cylinder, which

in turn pumps what appears to be water into the glass vat.