"there was a railway, and thus subsequently a city, that would not have been possible without your involvement"

fi-*fucking*-nally. some god damn actual fucking recognition, within the narrative itself, from the ungrateful fucking londoners and the ungrateful fucking board, that *despite* all their best efforts, it's my work that was crucial to all of this. (the workers are fine tho. they get to be ungrateful, because experimental metallurgy is way cushier a job than tracklaying.)