Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do.
-Henry VIII, Act III, Scene ii
It is time for The Cheerful Oncologist to sign out. I have decided to take a holiday from writing and therefore am cutting the cord from ScienceBlogs. I send thanks to those readers who put up with my malarkey over the past three years. If the fair maiden Blogorrhea, the muse of web logging, returns to bewitch me at some point I may start again, but until then I place my pen down and say to all, "God Bless."
Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity. Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone.