So today, I wish you nothing better than similar friendships. And tomorrow, I hope that even if you remember not a single word of mine, you remember those of Seneca, another of those old Romans I met when I fled down the Classics corridor in retreat from career ladders, in search of ancient wisdom:
“As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.”
I wish you all very good lives.
Thank you very much.