Retirement in less than three week’s time! What shall I sing? How about this?
And now the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
Well, that’s my second most hated song, suited either to a dictator facing trial at the International Criminal Court or a drunkard expiring in a ditch. Even the melody was stolen from a much superior (in my opinion) French song “Comme d'habitude”[1,2].
Not that I could justifiably sing it, anyway:
Regrets I’ve had a few
But then again too few to mention
On the contrary, my career in science is littered with them. One of the most poignant is the memory of the many students we have had whose work has not reached publication to the extent that it should have.