With a desperate cry the Mayor lamented, "Oh marvellous cog!
Oh great machine! Why do you spin no more? For years you
have spun continually, consistently, majestically? Why
do you spin no more?".
From the back of the crowd, in no more than a whisper
Lena Jackdaw spoke, "It is the little cogs, those that are seemingly
unimportant and unspectacular that drive the largest cogs around.
The little ones turn the big ones and the machine works
perfectly. It's wholly amicable. The big cogs return
the favour, helping to rotate the wee ones.
Micro-Macro harmony. One big happy family".
Upon hearing Mrs Jackdaw's words, the Mayor responded
hastily. "Let's get to it!", he said, "Vaughan and Garr-Reth, lift the
largest cog and set it where it belongs, in the heart of the machine".
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