This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but
a whimper. T(homas) S(tearns) Eliot 'The Hollow Men', closing lines.
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor
complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content
I travel the open road. Walt(er) Whitman Leaves of Grass,'Song of the Open Road', section1.