The strong tide, so swift, so deep, and certain, was like a congenial friend, in the morning stillness. He walked by the stream, far from the houses, and in the light and warmth of the sun fell asleep on the bank. When he awoke and was afoot again, he lingered there yet a little longer, watching an eddy that turned and turned purposeless, until the stream absorbed it, and carried it on to the sea. 'Like me!' Charles Dickens (in A Tale Of Two Cities)
Brightening people's lives, giving them some comfort and delivering with a light touch would be a nice legacy too, but I'm still the guy singing harmony, washing dishes with my mum. Neil Finn (answering the question about how he'd like to be remembered in Mojo magazine #367)
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