“Moose” and “Indian” were the last words of David Henry Thoreau (or
Henry David Thoreau as he preferred to be known), the American
philosopher and individual anarchist who died in 1862. He sported a
neck beard which to me says he was also a contrarian.

More importantly he came our with a famous quotation that a friend of mine, Byron Ko mentioned to me several years ago:

“Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.”

If the first part of the quotation is the
headline maker, but the second part is more interesting. Am I quietly
desperate? Well only when I look at the amount of paper in my in-tray
(my weekend task). Do I have a song within me? Er, well I, er, maybe,
er.