Tomorrow (US time) Astrid is heading back to Norway. I shall miss her snoring in the seat beside me.
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.
- Alfred Tennyson, from "Ulysses"
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