If you see me shaking in the corner and mumbling about unlocking the secrets of the Antikythera Mechanism, just put a blanket around me and walk away quietly.
Down these mean streets a Moose must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. He must be a complete Moose and a common Moose and yet an unusual Moose. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a Moose of honor.