"Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death."

W.B Yeats, "An Irish Airman foresees his death"

not in ireland yet, and hopefully not quite prescient. no, i wasn't slaughtered by math paper, and that was one demon out of the way. but i like the bit which goes "i balanced all, brought all to mind." kind of the psyche you bring to a paper.