With a title that is patently a pun on 'manoeuvre', this volume of aphoristic philosophy by John O'Loughlin demonstrates that the level of metaphysical thought - and truth - it has attained to is not of man but effectively godly, and therefore aloof from any humanistic limitations in respect of the transcendent. It also shows that there is little room for manoeuvre once one understands what Truth is and of how limited to the 'highway' or 'highroad' it actually is. But this is still only a formative text in the author's slow climb towards philosophical or, more correctly, theosophical perfection.