By good rights I ought not to have so much Put on me, but there seems no other way. Len says one steady pull more ought to do it. He says the best way out is always through. And I agree to that, or in so far as that I can see no way out, but through.
My favorite poem. "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and sorry i could not travel both and be one traveler, long i stood and looked down one as far as i could to where it bent in the undergrowth". "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost.