I’m no James Joyce, but I’ve got Ulysses aspirations.
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“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.
…
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”