Come, my friends,
'tis not too late to seek a new 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 western stars, until I die.
Tennyson, "Ulysses"
Reminds me of poor old Sparky, a cousin of Frank that also lived near our apartment until the time he got caught in the power breaker of the overhead lines in the alley.