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"Even in the night of death, look for his star, Listen closely, for his bell still rings afar." The goal of living: DEF (in allegory) "Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake stepped on the gas pedal instead of the brake." "Because I have so lived life, I shall have no sorrow to die." "Of death he knew nothing, of life he gave and gathered all." "Die, My Friend, of having lived." Kata ton daimona eay toy. "[Live] True to your own spirit." "Don't worry. You know you'll die, but you'll never know you're dead." So leave should you want with the profound dignity and kindly remembrance of November alone: Donec obviam iterum. Until we meet again. Depart hand-in-hand with Miss Spring: "Warm summer sun shine kindly here; Warm southern wind, blow softly here, Green sod above, lie light, lie light, Good night, Dear Hearts, good night, good night." (Susan Clemens) Though I'll part much more indulgently, "When I'm dead . . ." and, I think, instead, "Faithfully hope it may well and often be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read . . ." And "Departing un-apologetically, I'll vainly trust "You'll overlook the smoke," and "Excuse my dust." (Dorothy Parker) With last wishes of being economical and least thoughts of being shy, I'll cut this short and sweet here, to simply bid you: "Bye." n 20 • S P O R T I N G C L A S S I C S