[That's a statue of Odysseus---not Perfesser Plum.]
Don't we sometimes wonder, "Hey! Just how did I get here?"
Odysseus wondered [also wandered], far from home, but never gave up on making it back.
Even when he'd turned old, Odysseus was ready for more.
Death closes all; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, ... The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks; The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends. 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be that we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are--- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. [From Tennyson's Ulysses, 1842] Quite a guy! I hope I have one-tenth his guts.
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