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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Is it? I understand the stars bit, but what about adversity?
I think your username is more appropriate - British Astronomer to the Stars.
There was the tragedy about his fiancee being killed in the war (a nurse whose ambulance was hit during bombing) following which he never married. He also had one eye weaker than the other (hence the monicle which he started wearing back in 1939).
His health had also began to deteriorate in later years and sometimes on SAN, he appeared to have been rolled out for appearances sake but didn't seem to have the enthusiastic energy which he used to exude. Very sad to see but to be expected as part of the ageing process.
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