THE WHEELS RUN TRULY has been out in the wild for a few days now, roaming freely across the plains, stopping at watering holes, and trying to make friends with other free-range books.
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As you may know, I’ve been mining Rudyard Kipling’s poem “Sons of Martha” for book titles. I feel honor bound to share at least the parts that apply to this book, so here you go:
The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part;
But the Sons of Martha favor their Mother of the careful soul and the troubled heart.
And because she lost her temper once, and because she was rude to the Lord her Guest,
Her Sons must wait upon Mary’s Sons, world without end, reprieve, or rest.
It is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cushion the shock.
It is their care that the gear engages; it is their care that the switches lock.
It is their care that the wheels run truly; it is their care to embark and entrain,
Tally, transport, and deliver duly the Sons of Mary by land and main.
—Rudyard Kipling, “The Sons of Martha”
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