“It was not the cart as such but a part of life itself that he saw in that image. It was probably more the swinging and thumping trip of such a cart, the grinding of the wheels and the sliding out on the axles, the slow, cozy, quiet going forward, with the wandering old man aside and the loom trudging horse in front of the cart. Not a cart with a horse, but how such a clump of reality was lugging along the road as an intimately coherent something, the unity in that moving forward and the poetic quietness that he felt in it; that's what he wanted to express. (translation, Fons Heijnsbroek)”