We clang all the time, but on purpose. Posited, probably, purely on puerile predilection to purple prose. Neither one of me is schizoid, three of us do have multiple personality disorder, but we cover up for it in public. Except for Edith, he is paranoid.
Both 'loosening" and 'clanging" seem to be merely stream of consciousness and we all know how sane James Joyce was. Or as sane as any Irishman could be at the time. Another Joyce had an arbor-mania, must be a terrible thing to be a man named Joyce. Would drive me to being a literal alliterative poet.
But I stray off topic. What is the topic? Oh, yeah. hooking wires to dead bodies. Mz Shelly explored that. Too bad her novel of a "man' alienated from society got turned into a "monster movie" Wasn't till "Bride of Frankenstein" that Hollywood made Adam became a sympathetic character. A vastly superior movie, cinematically, by the way. Percy is almost as bad a name for a real man as Joyce.
I'm off topic again. Toofast, get all pool associated electrical done by licensed professional, otherwise your heirs will not get near the actual value for your estate.
My Grandmother raised seven kids on sharecropping dry land dirt farm in West Texas thru depression, dust bowl, and five sons going off to defeat the Nazi's, she told me "Life is way to serious not to laugh at." Wise woman, she was. Her advice has kept me sane.